Five pages or Five pounds

Yikes! Moment Horribilus when I stepped on the scale Monday morning after the nice sailing weekend. Must have been an eating weekend, too, or maybe just all that lazing about in the cockpit not burning any calories to speak of. The steak, the banana bread, the tiny little snickers bars are still with me. And another even longer Berkshire weekend looms, which always involves delicious food and lots of it.

Solution: lose five pounds.

This necessitates a long brisk walk and at least two sessions at the so-called "health" club, the word "wellness" being one that never crosses my lips without a sneer. Also have to avoid eating out and pack a healthy lunch and cook a healthy from scratch dinner. If you've ever read the ingredients lists of the diet dinners it's like chemical city, and I'm not sure how healthy those gums and flavor extenders and all that artificial crap really is. I mean, what the hell is "meat product?" Ewwwwww.

Now the only problem here is that walking and working out take time, to say nothing of cooking from scratch, and the day only has so many hours. I get home even later, we eat later, and after fourteen hours of non-stop busy-ness, well, I get tired, bone-weary. Can barely read e-mail. Doze in front of my computer. Damn. What a Hobson's Choice. This week (four pounds down already), but one lousy page progress. Maybe two tonight.

The good news is that I finally thought of a cool ending for the short story I've been working on for months. Now to write it.

Aloha from work where I am obviously not working.

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