Personal Training

So Sharon is way modest to blog about it, but during our 10 weeks in HCMC she has solidified and built on the weight she dropped last fall. She’s working out nearly every day, in the fitness room downstairs here at the Ava, in the pool here doing laps. She’s been obliged to take in a bunch of pants and looks great, i.e. better even than usual. Ironic because she, and we, as a unit, are not eating nearly so responsibly, or macrobiotically, as she (and by extension we) ate during the fall when she embarked on a healthy eating and exercise kick and dropped the weight. We eat out a lot here cuz it’s convenient and cheap, and for some reason we seem to keep a lot more soda and chocolate in the apartment. Like we deserve it somehow? Maybe it’s because despite all the work and school, it does sorta feels like we’re in vacation mode. Or maybe it’s because Sharon and I have been working out so much, and the kids are so active, biking around in the heat and swimming every day. Maybe we have earned it. I know I have. I’ve been working out like a fiend and have definitely lost some weight, and I’m as fit as I’ve been during any winter period since god knows when. We went to a sorta dressy dinner last night and Sharon stepped out in a killer new black&white dress that is suited to her new svelte shape. Obviously, I like the dress — and I’ve been warned that I had better like it: Because the other one she has on this trip doesn’t fit. Too big. And the dresses for sale here in Vietnam are mainly designed for women WAY smaller than her, or so she says. So everything’s relative.