Jackie Mason, a somewhat famous Jewish comedian focusing, for the most part, on Jewish humor, once made a crack about how all Jewish mothers are known to say the same thing to their children: “eat eat, never stop eating.” It may be the remnants of hard times over in Europe, it may be because we might have to wander the desert for another 40 years, or it may be because they over-cook for every meal and have lots of leftovers that will spoil if not eaten.

At either rate, my mother did [does] the same thing, and now I know why. I’ve lost some weight since law school started. Eating seems to be a secondary priority lately. It’s not good. I’ve held the same weight since I was 19 and remained in decent shape over the years, fluctuating a few pounds here and there. But Sophia dropped in the other night for a visit and told me I looked skinnier. I know I’m just a scrawny white boy, but no one has ever told me I’ve lost weight since they last saw me. And it’s not just that I don’t have the time – I’m not as hungry as I used to be. I can’t eat as much as I used to. I think my lack of physical activity is the main factor, so I’m going to try to tweak my schedule to fit in some work-out time either in the morning or afternoon.

I pushed myself to go for a bike ride this morning before it got too hot and managed to cover 20 miles. I ended up in my old neighborhood. It’s always weird to go back to the place you grew up and see how some things have changed while some have not. The Schwinn shop was right were I left it. So was the Blockbuster. And the liquor store.

Oh yeah, and my tan line is back in full effect. God bless that Texas sun.