Thursday, another cold, dark, day in the city. It's...weigh-in time, the time of truth, joy or misery. I lost .5 of a pound, not a total goose egg, but close. I guess it's still moving in the right direction though.

On Wednesday I had another workout with the Sarge. I set some personal bests that day in some of the activities, rather proud of myself. One of the "bests" was on doing chin ups. The Sarge looked rather pleased and then made the following comment..."if you were on the moon you would be really good at those"...thanks for the support, Sarge!

short one today folks...sorry.

Big Dave...out!