So this is it, pushed into service by many friends who think the jumble of ideas in my head are worth examination by the masses. Well, here goes. A middle aged man with a wife, kid, and an ok life in Montreal is subjecting himself to public inspection. Let's start with my first obsession of late - getting back into shape. I have been boring co-workers, friends, and acquaintances with my obsessive attempt to regain a shred of my skinny youth. Since I consider myself to be one who is capable of either incredible self-discipline or self-abuse, staying on the fitness track is something I return to every time a new life milestone has been reached. Since 44 is the new 35, 2008 is yet another year when I am counting calories and exercizing every chance I get. I always invoke this particular image http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJE2GpF9Ohc
Since I am not a gun nut or prone to violence, let's just say I substitute gun shots with food groups I am trying to avoid: One shot for cake, one for Coca Cola, one for french fries, and several for the product that has been the undoing of my families waistlines for generations - bread. I've lost 12 lbs already and have 3 to go. There, said it, no need to bother my friends.