galaxy42

"And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around."
-Dogs- by Pink Floyd

My 30th birthday is a little dot in my rearview mirror at this point. I've noticed over the past few years that I'm getting soft. A little pudgy, maybe (OK, no maybe about it). The ol' metabolism isn't quite what it used to be. Apparently, this is going to require some effort on my part. Anyone who has been paying the least bit of attention to my blog over the past few days will know that I've dusted off my Bally's membership card and have made a return to the gym. I signed up sometime near the end of December of 2000, and have gone more times in the past three days than I have in the past 5 years. I don't want to wait around until it gets to the point that I can't lose what I've gained.
I am a living, breathing, Chandler Bing. The only difference is that I actually don't wanna quit the gym. I always knew the motivation would come back around and that it might be a handy thing to hang onto. Turns out I was right.

"Fitter, happier, more productive..."
-Fitter, Happier- by Radiohead

I actually did spend some time in the fitness center at my old apartment in Ohio. In the past year, I can't remember feeling better about myself than the couple of months that I made it a regular part of my routine. I'm hoping my return to treadmills and weight machines will cut through some of the stress and depression that my move to Portland has brought to me in the past few weeks. I've been in a funk lately. It's an all too familiar place that I'd rather not find the depths of again. This is my attempt at cutting it off at the knees before it builds up enough steam for things to get dangerous. Much to The Roomie's confusion and chagrin, I've put a halt on all late night pub activities as part of my efforts to better my station in life. I'm also seeing an ugly pattern emerge with a presciption or two, so I'm going to start policing myself on the pill front as well.

"What I make is what I am, I can't be forever."
-My Monkey- by Marilyn Manson

So... yeah. Time to go figure out what I'm going to make of this life. Seems like most people have it pretty well figured out before they reach this point. Maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see, though. Maybe everyone else is as clueless as I am about where they are going and what purpose they are going to serve.

"I've seen the future, brother. It is murder."
-The Future- by Leonard Cohen

I caught a glimpse of my possible future in a dream last night. No better time than now to change all the rotten shit before it happens...