There is no try

I’m watching “The Empire Strikes Back” now, and Luke is about to go to Dagobah. I’m thinking that Yoda would be a sanctimonious, awful personal trainer. Instead of telling people to try their hardest, he would just sit there and say “there is no try.” What kind of motivation is that for someone struggling to succeed? Maybe I’ll do more reps tomorrow, you damn puppet!

Damn that Cadbury Easter Bunny!

This is a difficult time of year for me, because every time you turn around you can’t help but see Easter Candy. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve had a few pieces here and there. More than a few pieces. Mainly Reese’s Peanut Butter Easter Eggs and Cadbury Creme Eggs.

My weight loss has been mixed. It’s been up one day and down the next. This could be another stall, but I suspect the candy is to blame. Which means, in fact, that I am to blame.

I’m not too worried as Passover is coming up, which means I won’t be able to eat much of anything at all and I’ll lose weight. I’m sure that will get me going in the right direction again.

Rock on!

In June 2008, the Complementary Spouse and I went to a concert in Dallas (Footnote 1). I bought a concert T-shirt as a souvenir, even though it was a 2XL and I knew it wouldn’t fit me at the time. I just thought, as I always did, that one day it might fit me.

I found that T-shirt. I put it on last night. It fit me perfectly.

Footnote
1. It was a concert we really wanted to see, but due to our schedules we weren’t able to go in Tampa or anywhere else in Florida. Cyndi Lauper was the headliner, and first song was “Hole in My Heart.”