Okay, I'm officially pathetic old Jew material. I just attempted to jog for the first time since moving into this house almost a year-and-a-half ago. I got about five blocks and had to stop because I thought I was going to die right then and there. Then I walked three blocks, wheezing and coughing - then I got annoyed and I started jogging again - this time I managed to go a half-mile before having to stop, so I felt better. I can only imagine what I must have looked like. Tomorrow, I shall try again, as I am now completely and methodically on track to be the first to lose ten pounds. And after that ten will come another ten, and then another, and then I shall be happy and I shall be lithe and trim with abs and buns of steel and people will wolf-whistle whilst I'm walking down the street. So it is written, so it shall be done.