After a pleasant but too-short Christmas I’m back to blogging. Things of substance will begin tomorrow, so for now I’ll just share my new year resolutions. I’m currently laid up with a bad knee, which to go with my long-standing hip problem (get it – long-standing, hip…) means exercise is difficult. In fact the only properly aerobic activity available to me is swimming, and oh how I hate swimming. So I’ve been doing some reading about the aerobic training effects of weight training, and in combination with a punch bag I think I can cut back on the swimming to a tolerable level without backsliding.

My resolutions, then, are to get somewhat closer to a beach body (and believe me, I have pretty lax standards for such things so it should be achievable), including an unspecified-to-you loss of weight and a daily total of 30 press-ups (I’m way short of that at the moment). Perhaps my biggest resolution, however, is to generate more calm; two little kids who are reaching the age where they fall out as much as they play well tends to ratchet up the volume for all, which helps none.

Progress report, if I remember, once the beach opens.