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A weight milestone, a cigar exerciser, some visual rhetoric in the obits, dining, and dancing...

I got up at 9:00 this morning, and did the usual drill for breakfast.

Nice milestone on the scale today; I've lost close enough to 10 pounds to celebrate it. I've exercised for 29 out of the last 30 days—with 5 of those days at 30 minutes, most of the rest at 60, and just a couple over that.

I'm going to go on Oprah and tout my new, breakthrough, free "Martin Diet": exercise more and eat less. What a concept.

I really like this sentiment from someone's online profile:

There is no man out there to complete me—only the few who would appreciate the complete me. I need no one to complete my life, but that doesn't mean I would mind sharing it with someone.

I'm going to internalize that; it seems like a worthy aspiration.

I met Kevin (av8rdude) to work out from 2:00-3:00 today. My first 30 minutes were spent not in a positive frame of mind, but at about the 30-minute mark, I had a little talk with the negativity in my head.

I'm not going to comment on this, I'm going to report just the facts, ma'am (mostly because I don't know quite what to make of it):

About midway through my workout, this kind of stocky guy, with somewhat of what I would describe as a cocky walk, came in and walked across the front of the group of machines I was on, with an unlit cigar sticking out, hands-free, of his mouth.

He went into the locker room, came back out dressed in his shorts and tee, presumably in which to work out, and strutted on over to a treadmill—with that cigar still in his mouth. This was not a butt, but a full-blown cigar, unlit.

On my way out, I passed in front of his machine, and although it was not sunny in the place, as it's what we call, uh, an indoor gym, he had a pair of sunglasses resting across the top of his head, but his mouth was empty at that point.

That's all I'm going to say about that.

Today's workout statistics:




There is definitely some visual rhetoric going on in this obituary picture:

Hopkins, W.H. "Buggar"
W. H. "Buggar" Hopkins, 83, son of the late "Teet" and Lucy Pearce Hopkins and a life-long resident of the Hopkins Cross Roads community died Monday. He was a retired tobacco farmer, tobacco warehouseman and store owner. He enjoyed piloting his planes which included Stearmans, Wacos and Cubs. He took great pleasure teaching Brandon the basics of flying. He was a member of the Junior Order United American Mechanics for over 61 years.

He was preceded in death by his sisters, Zola Duke, Viola Nowell and Polly Brannan and his brothers, Ivan, Willie B., Billy, and Cecil.

Funeral service 1:00 p.m. Thursday, Hopkins Chapel Baptist Church. Burial, church cemetery.

He is survived by his wife of 61 years, Florence Plesants Hopkins of the home; daughters, Donna Jean Wiggins of Raleigh, Jan Pearce and husband, Jimmy of Zebulon, Robin Thomas and husband, Dave of Youngsville, Macon Hopkins of the home; son, Brandon Hopkins and wife, Lori of Zebulon; brothers, Kenneth Hopkins and wife, Sue of Zebulon and Harvery Hopkins of Zebulon; grandchildren, Whitney Hopkins, Cameron Hopkins, Teresa Sears, Cheryl Beck, Casey Meyer and Robert Wiggins; great-grandson, Jackson Wiggins; and the family dogs, Buck and Maggie.

Flowers are welcome but for those who wish, contributions may be made to the Hopkins Rural Fire Department, 8933 Fowler Rd., Zebulon; or to Hopkins Chapel Baptist Church, 4525 Hopkins Chapel Rd., Zebulon, NC 27597.

The family will receive friends 7:00-9:00 p.m. Wednesday at Massey Funeral Home, Zebulon. www.masseyfuneralhome.com
Published in The News & Observer on 2/27/2008.
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I had lunch with Eric (from line dancing) at Chili's tonight, as I've had a hankering for their Asian Lettuce Wraps for a couple of days now, he was online, and lives over that way. He had their Mushroom Swiss Burger. Mine was good, good, good! Just as I had been envisioning it!

Dancing was fun tonight, but once again Carl didn't teach a lesson. I think this is probably frustrating for the newer folks; I know it would be for me if there were a lot of dances that I still wanted to learn.

Rick came for a little while, he and I hugged hello, and then hugged again tighter and long enough for both of us to part teary-eyed. In a good way.

Carl and Bill brought some leftovers from their party: veggies, dip, cheese cubes, Scoops, and peanuts. I ate too much of each of them.
Tags: accomplishments, anecdotes, bar talk, dancing, exercise, obituaries

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