Got "The Speech" from my doctor the other day about age, weight, blood pressure, exercise, and everything else in my life that isn't in conformity with the "Live Forever" agenda. As if adding another five or six years to my lifespan is worth giving up rye whiskey and ten cent ceegars.
Breakfast this morning was plain oatmeal with dried blueberries, almonds, and some honey. I washed it down with a cup of coffee. Yum freaking yum. Have I mentioned I don't care for sweet foods anymore?
I will begin a concerted effort to exercise this afternoon when I walk Boo through the zoo. I will try to fit a dedicated workout into my busy schedule somewhere between cotillions and teas with the Queen.
I've grown very fond of bacon, eggs, potatoes, and all the other things that make eating more than a means to gain nutrition. Now they will be something on the "Forbidden Pleasures" list. The only thing she didn't rule out was the occasional drink, so I'll be able to have a beer or bourbon every so often while I chew my cud.
This is going to well and truly suck.