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I haven't done much lately, but I did start going to a gym. What a bizarre place. I met with a trainer the first night, and he wanted to know what type of goal I had for myself. I really didn't know what to tell him. I just want to go and get myself into some type of shape so I don't end up like those people at Wal-Mart that push around shopping carts with oxygen tanks in the baby seat. I basically don't want a baby oxygen tank. That would be a weird trip to see Santa Claus at the mall. But anyway, I told him that I wanted to shed about 15 pounds and get into a regular cardio routine so I can start playing basketball again. Seems pretty easy to me. He was completely puzzled, like I was the most stupifying case of a fitness goal that ever set foot through those gym doors. He told me I probably wouldn't lose any weight by lifting, and he never once advised of any type of cardio exercises that I should work into a regular practice. Thanks, Gilad.

With the help of an equal fan, I cooked a big batch of mussels this weekend. 5 pounds to be exact, and they were f'n tasty. It seemed daunting at first, but we put most of them down. Just the perfect lead-in for some high school throwback entertainment.