Starting Over

Looking in the mirror over the past year or so has not been a happy experience.

I've become fat.

I've become lazy.

At 52, I don't have many chances left to savor the wonderful machine that God gave me, particularly if I keep treating it like a garbage can.

So, it is cliche' time.

Time to cut the fat.
Time to kick it into gear.
Put my nose to the grindstone.
Pull up my sleeves.
Put my back into it.
Slap me twice and call me Susie.
Punch the doggies.
Drop everything.
Take up the slack.
Pull my weight.
Tote the barge.
Lift the bail.
Shit or get off the pot.
Put up or shut up.
Decorate the mahogany.
Give it 110 percent.
Go for the gusto.
Take the bull by the horns.
Plop. Plop. Fizz. Fizz.
Time to make the donuts.
To not send a boy to do a man's job.
To wish upon a star.
To dream the impossible dream.
To go where no man has gone before.


In other words, I need a goal, something on the horizon that will make me want to lose weight and get in shape.

I think I've found it, but I have to do a little more investigation. Undertakings of this grand nature take resources, and a plan must be formulated, and the family consulted. And, most importantly, my willpower must be measured. For if I progress down such a path, failure cannot be tolerated.

More to come on the subject......

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