Dear Diary,

I’d like to be in better shape please. In the last 24 hours I’ve run up and down a bunch of steps, played some long, frenetic games of tapeball in rehearsal, wrestled with my son, and pushed my riding lawnmower over 1/2 an acre of wet leaves in the rain (it’s a long story – our mower broke – ok, I guess it’s actually a pretty short story.)

After all of these things, I found myself more winded than I want to be.

For Christmas, please bring me my metabolism from 1990.

Thanks.