Just Hate Me and Move On...

This is where I'm at right now. With my freshly retired better half.

See Don, See Bev - that's us, the two thin, fit people further down the beach. We're up early running our mandatory five miles barefoot in the sand, to keep our calves perfected toned. You just can't start your day any other way. No way can you just lie in bed, ridiculously late, then waddle off to the breakfast buffet. You absolutely will not find us sitting under those tiki umbrellas, being blissfully lazy.

That's me - absolutely me - lying in the hammock. But only because I needed a little rest from all that beach running. I managed to fit in 2,000,000 sit ups in the past nine months. I'm thinking of the yoga exercises I'm going to do as soon as I get out of this hammock.



So sweet - Don asked these guys to sing us a song or two, and we understood every single word. So we just started singing along, and they told us our pronunciation was spot on! If I wear one of those outfits, I'm going with the striped pants, because they're so slimming.




We're busy swimming laps up and down every single foot of these pools. It's nice that they're connected so we can do that. I'd never want to just hang onto the side of the pool, waiting for someone to bring me a little drink with an umbrella tucked in it. Or claim one of those poolside lawn chairs that barely dips into the water so you never get too hot. Just lie there reading some meaningless novel. I'd much rather swim up and down, up and down.


We figured after Don had worked for 33 years, it was okay to head down to Mexico for a week, as long as we worked at it - no goofing off, no sirree!

We absolutely are not going to eat a lot of fattening food, sip cold drinks, sleep in, walk the beach, dance in the evenings, check out the snorkeling in Cozumel. Not on your life. It's all work for us.