Not much to really say other than that I’m busy, hungry and working out hard. I’m going to begin training Tom soon, but of course he’ll get results and lose more than just a few pounds/inches like I have. I know I should shut up and quit whining. A few pounds/inches is better than nothing, most older people are big, and hey, it’s better than going up and up and up, isn’t it? I just try to focus on what I do have control over and I can definitely keep myself fit and watch what I eat. Even if that means spending a lot of time being hungry. Would love to muster the will to starve me, but that would damage my metabolism even more and make me too tired to work out, clean or do anything physical. It’d be better than puking up my food, though, which is more dangerous cuz of the way it messes up the stomach and throat. Well, I’m not going to eat till I start feeling dizzy and yawning a lot sooner than I should.

Tom should have an easier time with the leg exercises cuz his legs are stronger than mine, but my abs are stronger than his, so those exercises will be harder on him. We’re about equal in the arms. Where I have a little more muscle he makes up for in bone length.

My morning and afternoon workouts come to about an hour a day of physical activity not counting any walking, chores or errands I may do, so while I can certainly say I’m fat, I definitely can’t say I’m lazy and not active enough. Once this load of laundry is ready to be tossed in the dryer I’ll do my first two rounds.

The travel agent adjusted the dates of our trip a bit. I guess the other plane was all booked up.