You can’t stop a fat man…

The fat man is still at it….

Diet…ya, you could say I’m trying to eat right. I’m 75 % there…I do love the 25 % though. Beer….Cookies….

Poker on Wednesday was a success. Won $140. Ate 100 tiny weaners wrapped in bacon and smothered in candied bbq sauce. Seem like too many? Had some chips and candy to wash it all down with a few beers and a track suit or 2.

Geez….

With the cobra gone the new project is afoot. A 1969 Firebird in need of total restoration…it’s on like Donkey Kong.

Good old school muscle car, that’ll be keeping me busy for a year easy…likely 3!

I’ve always wanted an old bird and now it sits in my garage being torn down and rebuilt. Let’s talk fat.

Fat is where I’m at right now, sadly. I’ve been trying…there is summer time beers though, impossible to give up…imposs—-ible!

So I’ve taken up the old running shoes and am back at running. I do love a good run. I’ve managed 3 – 5km

runs since last Sunday and will push another out tomorrow.

In a month I’ll be pounding k’s out in old form, either lighter or in a pile of pain! The knee is killing me but it does loosen up after the first half mile.

No quote, not today…tomorrow…or Monday.. Soon

Cheerio