A New Quest

I've always wondered what it would be like to have 6 pack abs.  I've had a flat-ish tummy before, and while I'm not nearly a full or pony keg, I'm a bit too soft in the mid area.  I definitely would not be caught in public with a bikini though, but I can't say I am hideous.  Well, I could, but I'm working on self-liking this week rather than self-loathing.  It's only Monday though.
Once I get through my recovery and can start actually doing something more than crutch to the bathroom and lie on the couch with my foot jacked up over my head, my goal is to get back into shape.  I turned 40 a few months ago (there!  I said it!), and have realized in just the past month that the older I am getting, the harder things are, like healing, staying healthy, and not going soft around the belly button.  I know that once I am able to walk and move around without the constant nagging pain of my ankle grinding, I will be able to concentrate on getting back into an exercise routine that consists more of actually doing activity than pretending to do some.


So, I'm willing to put in the time, the pain, and even give up sneaking snacks to try for the flat tummy.  I would even be happy with a 4 pack...

The Ultimate Sacrifice

Remember, this weekend is not about the pool being too cold, the traffic being too congested, the burgers being burned or the beer not cold enough.

It's about giving thanks for those who have served for us.  It's about taking a moment out of the game of horseshoes, turn down the Jimmy Buffett, and remember. 

I am proud that I had the opportunity to serve my country.  I am proud to know so many people who still are serving my country, who have sacrificed so much, and that so many more will continue to do so.  Go ahead, dust off those flags, put on the red, white, and blue, and remember that because of so many you have the freedom to do so.