I’m now going to tell you that I’ve lost 10 pounds in the last 15 days due to walking a lot. At least several miles every day, at a decent clip.
I’m telling you this because there’s no Habs news to discuss. All’s quiet on the front. No Subban, Gomez, Shane Doan, or trade winds. No news of Youppi getting neutered or word on the stick boy job. It’s as dog days as it can be.
My beer gut has gone way down and I can almost do up my sports jacket. It’s almost embarrassing to walk around so svelt.
I’ve read that Alexander Galchenyuk has serious plans on making the team this fall and I hope he does. I think it would be tremendously exciting to have this fellow up and at ’em and playing well. He’s probably a year or so away, I suppose, but stranger things have happened.
A couple of times I’ve walked seven miles at a good clip and it just about killed me. No pain, no gain. I hate that saying. If there’s a God, why does it have to hurt to look good?
If Galchenyuk actually wins a spot, surely it bumps Gomez off the face of the earth. And how come Subban is taking his sweet time in signing? Is he doing it on purpose?
I read that stopping eating three hours before bedtime and going to bed hungry is an excellent habit to get into if trying to lose weight. That’s a tough one. What about my late-night cherry pie, chocolate, and beer?
I can’t even go into anything. You already know about the Richard Riot and Plante’s mask and Lafleur’s goals against Boston and Patrick forcing a trade and all the rest of it.
There’s just no news.
I’m going for a walk.