Time to get moving

Now that NFL season is over, a cold spell is coming to an end, and spring is quickly approaching. I need to get my fat ass into shape. I was giving Mara a bath last night. She thought it was funny to splash the water and make all the little duckies fly everywhere. Well in the meantime she soaked me to the bone. So I sat up on the toilet lid next to the tub and pulled the bottom of my shirt up to wipe my face. That's when it hit me. I can't see my belly button anymore. It's finally come to the point where the flab from my gut has completely consumed my belly button. How did I let this happen? Stacey will point to the 10 empty Guinness bottles from Sunday, but I say, I've been drinking beer like that for the past, oh let's see, 15 years or so. I'm not riding enough.

I've had the girls by myself after work the last two nights while Stacey works on my early retirement. Last night was tough but I was ready for it tonight. I was all ready to make dinner. Got Mara fed, got Ellen fed, new diapers, into pajamas. One to sleep then the other. I'm not finding it all that difficult yet, but I gotta give the single Moms of the world credit, at least the end is in sight for me. After all that I had to go clean off the drive way. I could have just shoveled it. It was light enough, but I have this snow-blower in the garage, I have to justify owning it so I used it. I'm not one of those guys that enjoys getting outside and working. I'd rather get outside and play. I'm not lazy, I just have better things to do than clear snow and mow lawns and shit like that. I miss that part of owning a townhouse.

Tomorrow is bike night. Can't wait. Time to work off an entire football season of Guinness and chicken wings. Wish me luck. I ride past a lot of bars. It's going to be hard to resist.