One of my favorite dubbers, the one and only marya, was heard to say today:

"Moderation in everything, including moderation."

She'd gone out the night before and had a little more to drink than is her usual practice. :-)

What a great axiom.

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I was doing really well in progressing toward my goals.

In the roughly three months since I'd started eating right and working out, I'd lost somewhere around twenty pounds, put on some muscle, and was just feeling a lot better. I don't think I'd missed two days of workouts the entire time.

Then the move came. I had to get off schedule in our frantic attempt to find a place and get moved. This also meant the diet went to hell, as there's no such thing as healthy and fast food, and with the kitchen in boxes, it's tough to cook.

As if that weren't enough, I had to go and crack my freaking sternum. That was weeks ago, and I'm just now to the point where I can sleep wthout a bunch of discomfort.

I got spoiled at the old place, which had that lovely levee for my daily walks, and a nicely equipped workout room. It's really the only thing about that place I miss.

Here, there's no gym, and the only places to walk are around civilisation, meaning streets, meaning car exhaust. Yuckapoola. I could go join a gym, but I got spoiled just walking out the door to workout, and most times worked out in the wee hours of the morning, my circadian rhythms being forever freaked from years in the club business. There aren't many gyms open 24/7.

It's gotten me down.

Well, today I resolved to quit making excuses, and get back on the horse.

So, if you'll excuse me, it's a warm and sunny Sunday morning. I'm gonna go for a walk, and create my own little service in the Church of the Corporal Resurrection. :-)

Addendum (ninety minutes later): Woohoo! I walked a half-dozen or so blocks through a neighboring subdivision, and stumbled across a bayou that winds for a few miles around the area. I've found a place to walk. Not quite as nice as the levee, (no breeze and the ground's uneven) and there's a coupla loose dogs that wanted to eat me behind this one house, but no biggie.

I'll just walk with a treat in one pocket, and a slingshot in the other for a few days - I'll let them pick how they wanna play it. Love me or fear me. :-) Kinda like the Xians see dog, err, god.

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