Month: June 2018

Pumping iron

When it comes to daily exercise At The Gym, a little streak of masochism goes a long way. I’ve been told before that I like to wallow.  In pain, that is.  Could be true.  I’m no therapist.  When I made up my mind to deal with creeping chubbiness, the stoicism reared its ugly head.  I […]


Idle hands

Not getting any younger. The government pays me now. Pays me back. It’s kind of sweet. When I can, I snooze ’til eleven, have my morning coffee for lunch. Too sedentary, though. Geez, how did I go from 195 to 210 without noticing? Anyway, joined a gym last week. Against doctor’s orders. Found one that […]