Lose 40 Pounds in 80 Days

Sunday was my usual day of exercise. It was athletic Day for us fatties.

Up late, a nice satisfying brunch, and then about 3 P.M., after the snooze following the big Sunday dinner, out in the yard I'd go.

Out would come the rakes, the hoe, the lawnmower. I'd really sail into that yard to work off the chicken and dumplings and black bottom pie.

Diet was off on Sunday. One day of eating in seven wouldn't hurt, would it?

Of course not. So I'd do a real job of eating on Sunday-but also a real job of working off the food and toning up the old muscles that I'd soon be flaunting in front of that gimlet-eyed Navy doc.

I did a real job on the yard. A real one.

Monday morning: I couldn't move!


A NEW HEAD OF STEAM

Every fatty knows the soothing effects of a steam bath and massage. It's the boys with the bulging breadbaskets that keep the steam room in business.

Sore and aching from my Sunday calisthenics, then, I headed for the steam and massage room of the Athletic Club.

I stayed in the steam some 20 minutes. I could just feel the pounds roll off. How could anybody sweat the way I was without melting off five pounds at least? I even felt lighter.

No sense in letting up just when I had the pounds on the run, so I had a massage. Now the fat would really roll off. "Rub harder!" I commanded as I gritted my teeth bravely. "Get the fat off!"

No doubt impressed by my iron will, the masseur rubbed harder and harder. He kneaded me like he was getting me ready to be a pan of biscuits. As I left the room for a sun treatment, I heard him pant out from his corner:

"I lose three pounds for every one I pound off those butterballs!"

I smiled. He was getting paid for it, wasn't he?

Then I got to wondering how much steam baths and massages really did take off.

I soon found out!


ELMER CARRIES ON

My diet spree was in full swing now.

I kept right on pounding away at pounding away the pounds. Give 'em no quarter, was Elmer's motto. Never let up. One meal a day. No heavy meals till night.

Diet every day but Sunday. Eat plenty then, but exercise it all right off again by nightfall.

More off on Monday at the Club.

No sugars, no starches. Plenty of milk. A protective food, you know. I drank bottles of it.

No butter. Oh, well, anything for the Cause.

Plenty of walking. Tired, sure, but that was what you had to expect when you were shucking off 20 or 30 pounds in a short time. When I got worn down, I revived myself with a Coke.

All, for that pause that refreshes a fatty! I paused oftener than a rabbit in a carrot patch.

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