The Fat Old Pig

I realized Monday morning that I could no longer avoid it, diet and exercise that is. I have grown into a fat old pig.

So, I promptly started a modest exercise program, and what for me passes as a change in diet. The nice thing about the exercise is that I get the little buzz or high afterwards that I enjoyed when I was a devout 50 mile a week runner.

My goal, fit into the blue jeans I wore four years ago.

Of course, I still have to confront my whiskey, beer, and cigarette addictions. I think I'll quit smoking first and work on the beer and whiskey later.

"Rome was not burned in a day." Bo Hopkins in American Graffiti.