no more sand kicked in my face....

Today was another anniversary - my return to the gym. A year later - I can't imagine my life without starting every morning with the gym. I gotta say there are so many guys at Golds that serve as models of what I could become with more dedicated work. It's hard to believe that I lost all the weight - and now I'm working on losing my tummy (ab machines are the evil!) and building muscle. I'm really proud when folks see me out and say "hey skinny!" My new gym partner, David - is working out really well. and I know taht in my next year - we'll see a buffed out Bob. Woof!

I've laughed about those old Charles Atlas ads where the guy gets the sand kicked in his face. and really - my move to SF last fall was about getting out of a conservative political environment - and concentrating on ME for a while. I was unhappy how my body looked - and I communicated that unhappiness with my posture and my attitude.

I'm starting my 40th year at the weight I was at 17 - which rocks. Now I want to gain about 10 pounds of solid muscle. I loved seeing nakednsf's "I've been in SF 18 years post" the other day - and thinking that we all have dreams that are just waiting there for the right time to explode for us. The move to SF sparked SO many dreams and ideas - and the next year is going to push in entirely new directions. WOOF!