My back is no better. Well, maybe a little better. I've been to see the chiropractor 3 times since Friday. It's helped - a little.

I know what my problem is - stress, not working out enough (I stepped on the scale recently - you don't want to know), eating poorly, and getting old. I can effect 3 out of 4 - and I will. I'm determined. My chiropractor agrees - the extra weight is killer on the back. Two years of drifting in and out of the club isn't enough. Drinking too much fine wine and eating rich, wonderful food helps pile on the pounds. Time to drift away from the drink and food for awhile and partake in some serious workouts at the club.

Now that I'm resolved to drag my fat ass back into the club, I first have to get my back into working order. I can't sit down for more than five minutes without having to ask someone to help me up. It's not pretty. I'm going to take Lainey for a walk around the neighborhood in just a bit. The doctor said walking will help - a lot. That and two key things - exercise and eating right - will help me get back to good health -- there are NO SHORT CUTS.

So instead of shooting the almost full moon tonight (full in 1 day 17 hours from now), I'll be walking my faithful companion and trying to rehab my back.

Listening to: Title and Registration - Death Cab for Cutie

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