D-Day + 10

Hi guys!!!

Some of probably noticed, that in the last months I did put up some weight. Well, the last known number includes three digits... So, when I came back to Poland, and I didn't fit in the jeans I left home, bought just 4 months before, I decided to radically change my life style...

Because there is no good Irish Pub near by (next good I know in Berlin), the decision to limit my alcohol consumption was an easy one. I am in Poland for 9 days now, and I drank only 2 beers (0,5l not 2 full kegs).

I started excersising, jogging with the dog in the morning, push ups, crunches, weights in the afternoon, and jogging again in the evening with my brother. In between we go on the field to kick some balls (football:) or to the lake to swim for a couple of hours.

And food... and that hurts most...
I eat 5 times a day, small portions. I don't mind the fact, that fish had to be a great substitution for all the meat, and all the veggies are steamed, not fried on a pan, but the fact that the sweetest thing on my daily menu is a tomato (no salt!!!).

It hurts. I feel my calves with every single of my steps. When I bend, my back and my stomach are screaming for help.

But there are already 3 good sides to the story...

1. My stomach is flat.
2. I feel like I have this incredible amount of energy.
3. I got a date...

So I was running with my brother late evening three days back. As we ran the third part of the distance, we ran through this plaza in the center of the town. We saw two girls talking to eachother maybe fifty meters ahead of us. Suddenly one of them screams:

"Are you running direction X-street?"

"Yes", I said almost out of breath.

"Can I go with you?" she asked.

"Yeah, hop in" I answered.

She said her goodbyes to her friend, and she acctually did HOP IN.

She jumped on my shoulders, and I literally WALKED her home. I got her number, and I have a date on thuesday evening. I guess I am about to, ...wait for it...
... ride her home again :)

And a short story I heard the other day as an addition...

Once upon a time, there was this little sparrow, who while flying south for the winter froze solid and fell to the ground. And then to make matters worse the cow crapped on him, but the manure was all warm and it defrosted him. So there he is, he's warm and he's happy to be alive and he starts to sing. A hungry cat comes along and he clears off the manure and he looks at the little bird and then he eats him. And the moral of the story is this: everyone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy, and everyone who gets you out of crap is not necessarily your friend, and if you’re warm and happy wherever you are you should just keep your big mouth shut.

From all of us here back in the deep east, have a good day. So good night Frankfurt, and may the road ahead be lit with dreams and tomorrows… which are lit with dreams also. Stand tall Frankfurt, trustworthy, recycling. Wear a condom....

still looking for the closing phrase...:)