“It is the confession, not the priest, that gives absolution...”
"The Picture of Dorian Gray," Oscar Wilde
I dial the iPod playlist to “Oldies,” set the "exorcise" bike to 90 grueling, demon casting minutes, hoping for absolution, settling for penance. Absolution, evidently, is not granted to repeat offenders without a confession.
In spite of last year’s cautionary tale (and the year before, and the year before that, and the year before that...) complete with subsequent resolutions to moderate food and drink next holiday season, it appears that I've instead raised the bar on overindulgence… literally and figuratively. Put your glasses down, for crying out loud... This is a confession, not a toast!
There is a treatment for lack of self-control, it's called Pavlovian Negative Reinforcement Behavioral Modification Therapy. However, it involves jumper cables and high voltage. Oh well, The sum of a person's life/lipid panel is not determined by a single season. It's what you do the rest of the time that matters...
Now for a Snow Trek to "Last Dollar."
Happy New Year everyone!!!
mark and bobbie
|We could see the snow-capped La Sals in Utah... doesn't look any warmer over there.|