Dear Diary,
Had a good time yesterday, but I keep realizing no matter how much weight I lose I'm still not as young as I used to be. Though I'm much closer to what I weighed when I was a younger man, I still haven't got the same stamina I did back then. Plus my joints don't have the same elasticity. I used to be able to play basketball all day and then go again the next day. Not saying I can't do it now, but I'm feeling the effects of day 1 at this moment. We had a church picnic yesterday and I played some ball for the first time in what had to be about 2 years. Damn I felt it. My fingers on my right hand almost went numb. I know right? What part of the game is that? If you add in the moving of table and chairs back and forth and helping to set stuff up and break it down, I got in a pretty good workout. And while the food was plentiful, I limited myself. Just one dessert this time and it was worth it. It was so good I shoulda slapped yo mama. No a**. Why would I slap my own mama? That would just be dumb and start a fight. Speaking of fights, I only had two yesterday at the picnic. Well I guess I'd called them more arguments than fights. Huh? I don't know. Its possible I was the only person having issues at a church picnic. Yes, I know multiple arguments are not a good sign of sanity, but it was only two. Well, maybe if you include the number of people involved you'd have to call it three, but none were important. The important thing was that I had a good time. And lost weight. And won the basketball tournament with my in-laws. And can walk today. Barely.
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