i have never been big on exercise. it's a long story.
fortunately i am a relatively healthy and skinny by nature (this of course means i am in the 'doesn't eat when stressed' category, not the 'eats potatoes in any form when stressed' category.)
this has been my winter of discontent with regard to snow shoveling, and last weekend my body hit the tipping point when it was -20 some fucking degrees outside and there was another fucking inch of snow on the sidewalk needing to be shoveled. last monday i could hardly fucking walk.
/end rant
the good news is that i am now doing daily core strengthening exercises and my physioterrorist tells me i will soon have an abdominal six-pack....
fortunately i am a relatively healthy and skinny by nature (this of course means i am in the 'doesn't eat when stressed' category, not the 'eats potatoes in any form when stressed' category.)
this has been my winter of discontent with regard to snow shoveling, and last weekend my body hit the tipping point when it was -20 some fucking degrees outside and there was another fucking inch of snow on the sidewalk needing to be shoveled. last monday i could hardly fucking walk.
/end rant
the good news is that i am now doing daily core strengthening exercises and my physioterrorist tells me i will soon have an abdominal six-pack....
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One of the compromises I've had to make with myself in order to remain at least somewhat sane is that there are certain philosophical alleys that, once I find myself going down them, I immediately turn around and walk back from whence I came, so I don't get jumped by something nasty that I really don't want to face. Having an overactive mind is not always a good thing.
Yes, I have seen that light at the end of the tunnel. It's way off in the distance, but nonetheless I'm pretty sure it's not a train. Which means it's either daylight, or the tunnel is on fire.