Miraculously, I had no trouble at all getting to sleep last night, and thanx to Karen letting in the ^)*&)*&^# cat this morning, I had no trouble getting up either. I still don't feel really good yet, but then I haven't for the last five months or so... I fooled myself into thinking that I had the flu, and I really didn't, and whatever it was that I had I would have been able to deal with OK if I hadn't talked myself into thinking that I was going to get really sick. A mind is a dangerous thing. Anyway, busy today at work but I got outta there on time. I did pretty well with eating today too... cereal this morning (I'm eating smaller bowls of cereal), a cheeseburger at lunch and some of Karen's excellent chicken and noodles for supper... again, only one bowl. I think that I've probably cut down my per day calories by half, anyway, just by reducing portions. It's not really that hard to refuse a second helping of whatever.... The real deal, though, is that I'm motivated. I want to breathe easily and feel healthy. Maybe by this summer... anyway, if I could get the exercise going better, I think that I could lose the weight pretty rapidly, but if I would lose ten pounds or so it would be so much easier to exercise, I think. Right now, I'm puffin' away with the slightest exertion, and that's not very conducive to the program. The Program. Like there is one. Anyway, I did get a lot of exercise at work today... well, more than normal. But work doesn't really count as exercise, something that I think is really silly. Right. That'll be about 2200 entries. Many (or most, depending on who you're listening to) of these are relatively worthless, but there are some gems in there amongst the dung... but at any rate, there has been a sustained effort there over the years. Speaking of professional football... what has *your* prez choked on lately? Something about "...not over *my* dead body..."? Definitely has the ring of "Read my lips: No new taxes!" and it'll probably go down in history as defining GWB. I read recently that RJ Reynolds, his son RJRII and his grandson RJRIII all died of lung cancer. Just thought that I'd throw that in there... I have made no secret of the fact that I think that our current president is a jackass, and I try to miss no opportunity to point that out. Karen, however, has about had enough of me on that subject... she's funny when she gets mad. I can't play scrabble with her, either. It's not funny when she gets mad when we used to play scrabble. I really feel that we have a strong marriage, mostly because we don't play scrabble with each other. O'well... it's late and I'm tired, and this journal will still be here tomorrow when I need it again...