July 13th, 2009

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The Texas Summer Diet

Well, been in the Lone Star State for a month plus, now. hntrpyanfar and I are steadily getting back into the gym, but we have not hit a regular routine yet. Still, I have to say I've found a dynamite weight loss technique.

Hundred-plus degree temps with a faulty a/c make for lower appetites. "No way do I want to eat anything, it's too blasted hot!"

Whether or not this is true, I seem to be down about ten pounds since arriving in the state. Now, my BMI tells me I am no longer Obese (which I technically was before the move) but now only Overweight (yay?) Of course, BMI makes no real allowances for muscle mass, but whatever.

In a few more months, with the killer combination of Texas Summer Diet and Gym Workout, perhaps I will sweat myself down to "healthy". Or not. :)
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Fluff Alert, Fluff Alert, My Arms Are Flailing, My Arms Are Flailing!

45) Agnes and the Hitman by Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer (St. Martin's Press, 2007, 384 pages)

What starts out a meandering mess of prose (alas, it strives to be witty and ends up slightly better than banal) eventually develops into a rather charming romantic suspense novel. Agnes is a cranky food columnist for her local paper, beset in the opening pages of the novel by an armed dognapper; Shane is a shady hitman brought in by a retired gangster to keep Agnes safe. A little overkill? Well, maybe. You see, Agnes is invested in putting together a wedding for the granddaughter of a noble mob legacy to a handsome feller from big, legal money and things . . . just . . . keep . . . going . . . wrong. What ensues is one part bubbly romantic comedy, one part sleek action-adventure. Hired killers, florists backing out at the last minutes, crooked deals and an assortment of other convenient (and inconvenient) plot twists arrive to beset the two characters on their journey. As well, we have a bevvy of tropes that were old when Shakepeare used them, including conspiring relatives, familial rivalries, mistaken identities, unrevealed heritages, hidden assassins, and more. Of course, there are also breakfast, lunch and dinner dishes served to an ever growing cast of characters. Food is big in this small Southern town. Somehow, things work out for the best and by the end of the book economy of characters leaves no person untapped. Bad as all this sounds, it manages to end up on the cute side of fluff. If only because Agnes reminds me (at moments) of my wife.