66th Anniversary:Wilma:Shrinking Your Stomach

Three meaningful events happened on April 12: The Civil War began on that date in 1861, President Roosevelt died on that date in 1945, and an enemy bullet found its way into my left leg while I was in a muddy, nasty fox hole on Okinawa on that same day in 1945. Virtually everyone aboard the hospital ship, including me, cried when the news of the President's death came over the speaker on the hospital ship. Cry or whimper over a shot up leg? No chance. I felt lucky. Two feet or so higher I would have been made into a eunuch, castrated. So God does take care of drunks and fools and I had (emphasis on had) an active, memorable sex life which has virtually (I live in hope) disappeared...Ah, there was Wilma, a blind date from San Diego that I brought over, for "company", to London. Wilma was a great looking money manager who drove me berserk constantly raving about her young son. Wilma lovingly (really) called the kid "her terrorist"..I went back to the States for another quick visit with my patroon and Wilma and I flew on the Concorde together but I insisted that she sit as far away from me as possible. When we deplaned I requested one favor of Wilma: that she never mention my name and certainly never tell anyone that she knew me.....Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I was making life long friends in London's City. Eating and entertaining my way to an additional 30 pounds. In those days, if you didn't entertain, you couldn't raise a squat amount of money, only more weight. I worked out (no fitness spa at Claridge's in the eighty's) on an exercise bike and with weights in my room. Also climbed four flights daily, hit tennis balls with a pro twice weekly, and walked from The City to Mayfair several times a week but at the end of the day I was consuming more calories than I was burning and gained 20 pounds. I would wake at 5:30 and in London nothing happened until 9:30 AM. Hell of a culture. I would call the Continent at 8:00 London time. I was shooting away, in expense money, literally $20,000 of 1981 dollars a month but was successful with having an over the top blast. (I had given up booze, wine, and any mind altering drugs but my prostate, unbeknownst to me, was growing like Topsy). Making friends, talking about oil, gas and promoting was fun. The independent oil and gas business was my shtick and I loved telling stories about the nuances of the business and the great characters that I was associated with out of Midland, Dallas, and Wall Street...The most simple weight control method works your arms and shoulders while shrinking your stomach. It is called "Pushing Yourself Away From The Table".