I’m the type to analyze, to reflect, to set NY resolutions, all that shit, you know? And that’s exactly what I have done in the past. 2022 feels markedly different. Aged 66-plus, preoccupied with a book I can never seem to get closer to the end, 2022 is easy. It’s a decisive year of 365 days. I know what to do and how to do it (well, not exactly the latter, but in theory…
This crude chart, showing eight years of weight data, says it all. I was at peak fitness (running twice as far as I am now) for three years from age 60, i.e. from 2015 until the middle of 2018. I weighed 76 to 78 kilograms, which for my height means a BMI of 22 to 23. I lost control, then for a few weeks in the middle of 2019, got back into the sweet zone. Then came the last two years of assorted…
After a soul-warming sun buoyed us all yesterday, today is drab again. Finders Keepers throngs. I have work with me—late 1950s radioactive waste history—but I’m flat as a tack. So much had been going well, including a new and steady exercise regime, a seemingly successful weight loss push, a semi-comprehensive book completion plan, and exciting Christmas plans. Then, then, then … a supposedly…
Computers and tablets seem to have two methods of rebooting. You can do a soft reset, a quick and easy clearing out of memory, or you can do a hard reset, shutting the whole shebang down and beginning anew. That’s what I resolve to do now. This chaotic, pandemic-blighted year has not affected me as severely as many (and when I say “affected,” I’m referring to the bulk of…
Yarrawonga is a modest-sized hamlet close to the Murray River, the border between two states whose capital cities remain Covid locked. After longer than a quarter of a year on a road trip around (sort of) Australia, spending time in five states, a final four nights in Yarrawonga have accorded me two days of “work.” Of course I’ve found the town’s best cafe, Hard Luck Coffee Co., and I spend seven…