Christmas

Despite all the work-out activity associated with my new Y visits, I'm still carrying around about 40 lbs of unattractive blubber, a whale of a problem. On the 23rd, the final day before Christmas that the Y is open, I put myself on the machines, and came up short on a few of them. Discouraged, we went to the Beachcomber party at the Fish Tale...the final one there...because, as of next week, the paper'll be in the Beachcomber tower at PCH and Anaheim. Can't wait to see it...actually, I think I can.

Booze, canapes, wine and conversation flowed like...well, booze, etc. There was Jay, a Les Robbins, a Liz, a Stacey, a Marchelle, and all the baggage associated with these good folks. Good conversation, good time.

On Christmas Eve, I figured something out. My previous Atkins experience paid off, so again, to Atkins, all meat, etc., we go once again. That's why at the Cropps on Christmas dinner, I ate ham, a tiny bit of salad and a few beans, and ham, like the pig took a detour on my plate. It piled on like a scrum in rugby, like USC playing Long Beach State, like a piledriver was in the driveway, and for all I know, it could've been. But that's a bit ahead in the story.

Friday, I took my usual, bww (before workout walk) with Dorothy the dog for the usual hour, from out house to Palo Verde...and this time, the walk in the park was no walk in hte park. I was pooped, and she did too, which I promptly and properly picked up and disposed of, oh yeah. Something's gotta give, if this is tiring, when it wasn't before. Gym's not open today or tomorrow.

Christmas morning, just Sylvia, Santa and me...and a rather low-keyed Christmas exchange, but some dynamite gifts, a call to DK. Paulette Stark called and invited us on the New Year's boat on which Mike will be working and Barb invited us to New Year's at her house...which I think we'll accept...too many unknowns with the boat with Sylvia's walking limitations.

Today, bacon and eggs, onions and cheese for bk, salami, cheese, nuts, asparagus, salad and ham for lunch and who knows what for din din, tho I think we'll be munching on beef ribs at some pt.

At 3, I went to the Y. Football games had slowed down, and I knew I had just so many more chances in the tryout, so there I went. I was improving on all of the 8 machines, legs, arms, more arms, and stomach...50 reps at 40 lbs, pretty good for an old guy. Passed on the sauna, baby it's cold outside, waiting for a week o'rain, at least that's what the TV experts predicts.

I've tried all forms of exercise, excluding boxing, rock climbing, para sailing and rodeo riding...well, there's also most forms of wrestling, pole vaulting too, iron man, decathalon, marathon...and don't forget bungi jumping, parachuting, almost every form of jumping, except to conclusions, surfing, snorkling, water skiing, snow skiing, lacrosse, any form of football...in fact, all sports, except for bike riding, backyard weighlifting and good old walking. So maybe, these machines and a dose of good old red meat might tighten me up and slim me down...then again, I could stop drinking.