Dieting is for losers...

...or at least for people who want to lose weight. I am no longer blessed with the metabolism I had in college. By the same token, I don't get nearly as much exercise. I've got a pretty sedentary lifestyle. With softball several months over, there isn't much to keep me active. Thus, I have started a diet...of sorts. I get Men's Health magazine and they always have ads for books and what not. Any way, a year or so ago, I ordered the Abs Diet book. It been sitting on my shelf collecting dust ever since I got it. After our biannual fitness screenings at work a few weeks ago, I found myself weighing in at over 200 pounds, the most I've weighed in my entire 28 1/2 years. Suddenly, I found myself reaching for the Abs Diet book. It actually isn't much of a diet. It more of a change in what one eats--more protein, fruits and vegetables and that sort of thing. There's also a workout plan that goes with it. According to the testimonials, the average weight loss following the plan is 10-12 lbs in the first six weeks. We'll see where I'm at come the beginning of March.

This picture was not staged. Oddly enough, he seems to like carrots. Caedon turned six months old on Friday. Time seems to have flown by. He's not crawling yet, but that doesn't appear to be far off. He weighs almost eighteen pounds and feels like he's getting bigger every day. I think we're going to have our hands full once he starts to be mobile.

Memory is a funny thing. I was on my way to work the other day after seeing my aunt on Sunday at lunch. She is the mother of my cousins who live overseas. Anyway, out of the blue, I remembered something Dominic (Germany) said the last time I saw them when they visited the US when I was eight. He was bemoaning the fact that the next time they saw all of us, he would be fourteen and we (the rest of us cousins) would all be between ten and thirteen. We all agreed that would be really old. Now we're all married and all but two have children. For one brief minute, a wrinkle of time unfolded and the past was alive. One has to wonder where memories come from. What triggers them? In this case, it was no doubt seeing my aunt. But many times, some seemingly innocuous stimuli is what turns back the clock and brings the past to life. Fearfully and wonderfully made indeed.

We finally got high speed internet access last week. The cable guy was here and installed it on Friday. No more five minute waits to load email or the blog. My connection at home is faster than our connection at work. I'm loving it.