Spring Diet fever

I sympathize but don't necessarily fully understand the pain women suffer when they diet for and eventually buy a new swimsuit. (I am not buying a new swimsuit, well, at least I am not buying a bikini. Or... I don't know maybe I will.) I do have some idea of how hard it is to lose two inches off one's waist. I understand, because that is what I am trying to do.
I checked the other day, and my measurements are as follows:

• 41" chest
• 14" right bicep
• 14 1/4" left bicep
• 24" thighs
• 15" calves
• 34 3/4" waist.

Most unsatisfactory! I mean, look at that waist! I am too young to become a blimp. (My apologies to those who are larger than that. You are not blimps. You're ummm... I'll get back to you on that.) Granted, I do tip the scales at 200+ lbs now but I consider that to be a feeble excuse. I have never been this fat before. I've also never been stronger. The bottom line is that I am carrying way too much fat on my stomach.

Why do I suddenly care that I might be turning into the Pillsbury doughboy? Who I am trying to impress? Well, I am reasonably certain that I am coming home on leave in May, and it is absolutely imperative that I be in tip-top shape to impress the girls at home. Surely, there is no more worthy cause for concern? What could be more important than a young man's never ending quest for female companionship?

I burn massive amounts of calories, and I do a small amount of aerobic exercise. (skipping rope) The problem is my rapacious appetite. I find it nearly impossible to not eat everything in sight. I tend to not discriminate when I snack and I will eat whatever is available. Thanks to my faithful readership, my loving family, and my fellow soldiers, ramen has been in steady supply. (THANKS!!! I really enjoyed the ramen folks.)

I could do more intense cardiovascular/aerobic workouts, but the problem is that aerobic exercise destroys the products of weightlifting. Long distance runners are usually very skinny because their muscle eats itself. Aerobic exercise eats muscle. So more than 15 minutes of anything is out. Besides, extended running hurts my back, because (you guessed it!) I am so much heavier. Also, running in our installation incurs the risk of being struck by a mortar round. Hemorrhage due to shrapnel wounds and blast injuries is extremely bad for one's physique.

The only solution is to cut calories. Ramen is definitely out. I've also renounced refined sugar (for a while anyway) and all other junk foods. I am still going to eat everything I can at regular meals. I am just cutting back on snack foods.

Random Thanks

I am going to thank a few random people who have sent me soccer balls. I don't have a comprehensive list because that would entail organization, which is not a word I would use to describe this soccer ball endeavor. "Ambitious" is a word I might use, but definitely not "organized".
Thank you, Karen, Ryan, Jason, Judy M, Kathleen, Jon, the children and teachers at the Monteverde Friend's School in Central America, Claire, and most of all Colleen - without whom I would probably have very few soccer balls. I am sure there are people I have left out but I did mention that these were randomly selected givers right?
I estimate I have received 50 soccer balls so far and I am hoping for more. I've distributed the soccer balls through the battalion chaplain to the various line companies and the demand is enormous. I simply can't give them enough and the children always come back for more. I could easily give twice as many away and still not have enough. Thank YOU!