I'm still here

Howdy to the four of you who are trying to regularly read this particular chronicle. That's "trying to regularly read this..." because I've been a bit incommunicado lately. Took two trips to Canada in the past two weeks, which were a much needed break from work, even though opportunities to hit the gym were few and far between. Rest assured that items like the following were enough to keep the weight loss at the forefront of my mind. Behold.

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That, my friends, is a spectacular fuel tank for a sex machine. Of course, that's at least a dollar I owe to the creators of a really stupid t-shirt, who were trying to find a lame ass euphemism for a beer gut. And also of course, I'm holding a beer in the last picture, sort of a theme for the Labour Day weekend. (Yeah, that's right, I threw the extra "u" in there because we were in Canada. Deal with it.) Offsetting the debauchery of Dollar Bill's bachelor party was the following week of family-related activities/enforced detox. Spent the week eating healthy (assuming bacon for breakfast counts as healthy), sleeping a lot, and hydrating with actual water. It was a revelation. OK, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it did feel pretty damn good. I got back to Chicago yesterday evening, slept like a rock, and got up ready to work and work out. Which sequence of events actually did ensue. Worked out and came home to a dinner of grilled chicken, spinach, pecans, apple and blue cheese. And two diet sodas, damn caffeine addiction. Sooooooooooo yeah, exciting stuff here at the old Casa de Townsley. Aren't you guys glad I'm posting again? That's what I thought. Anyway, school starts back up in two weeks, so we're going to try and keep the momentum coming out of vacation going. Look for scintillating updates on weight training circuits, cardio routines, and the trials and tribulations of navigating the Gap/Old Navy/Banana Republic online ordering system. Stay tuned, y'all.