(Ah, those good old days at the beach in Mexico!)
And check out that six-pack!
Oh, okay, those aren't abs, they're my ribs.
In spite of the nearly-constant beer in my hand I lost weight in Mexico and kept it off until we returned to the land of fast food, or should I say FAT food.
Oh, those glorious good old days.
Life is a beach eh?
ReplyDeleteand then you get a pacemaker.
DeleteOh, yeah.
DeleteWell, Jager, that came years later but "the good life" may have had something to do with it.
DeleteGood way to get sunburned too, mind you.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately yes, especially for a Nordic like me and I'm still paying for it.
DeleteYou look awfully content in that picture.
ReplyDeleteIt was a long time ago.
DeleteLivin' the life!
ReplyDeleteHalcyon days....
ReplyDeleteFun in the sun. Or not.
ReplyDeleteI haven't seen my ribs in a long time.
ReplyDeleteThe typical American diet doesn't do anyone any favors!
ReplyDeleteA nice way to look back...
ReplyDeleteTime goes by so quickly!
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