Angels and Others

I bought a new pair of shoes today. “You did what?” “Bought shoes?” “Oh my God!!!” OK... hardly an earth shattering revelation. I’m even known as something of a devotee of quality footwear. In the interest of full disclosure I once broke out into a cold sweat in the men's shoes department at Barney’s upon seeing a pair of tan Prada loafers. And yes, I bought them. So with all this shoe history behind me what makes this pair a big deal? These are workout shoes, Puma Lab II sneakers to be exact. And before my inbox fills with well meaning recommendations as to which shoe I should have purchased let me be the first to say ”Save it”. I’ve heard it all.   I need one shoe for running, one for walking, one for hiking and one for biking. Wrong Dr. Seuss. I need a get up off my fat ass and do something pair and since the worlds athletic foot gear manufactures have yet to get that specific these will do just fine. I realized a few weeks ago that for all my whining ...

Take that So my weight loss has now progressed to the point (20 lbs) that people are starting to notice and in so much as most of the people I come into contact with on a daily basis are pretty nice they’re mentioning my ever shrinking mid-section. Now for any normal person this would be a godsend, a validation that all one hard work and self control has started yielding dividends. As I’m sure you’ve all deduced from my weekly ramblings I’m not normal. I being the snarky but (hopefully) loveable curmudgeon that I am can’t help but receive every compliment (matter how well intentioned) as a statement unfinished. And of course the voice in my head must complete it. “Looking good… …not like you usually do.  “ You’ve lost weight…” …and not a minute too soon. “You’re looking skinny…” …not at all like the great lumbering land beast we’ve come to love . When complimented by co-workers or casual acquaintances I manage a sincere “Yeah? Thanks” and head out of the room before the...