For a while, I’ve been noticing a marked downhill progression of my general wellness. Given that the only thing remotely close to an exercise I perform these days is me lifting my cellphone (I know, it’s pathetic), I’ve come to a conclusion that I am someone who without question requires a more potent exertion of physical fitness to my scrawny body. Add to that my unending dependence of nicotine and constant stress in work and lack of sleep; I really see this as something that would blow over in the near future. Therefore, I must start some commitment; a creed of some sort, that I must — to the best of my efforts — do everything to become much healthier. And this, I guess, starts with exercise.
Which brings me to this point: Dammit, I need to find a cheap gym. Crap. One that doesn’t have any equipment that caters as a natural habitat for algae and fungi and rust. I guess I must start scouring first those that are nearby my house or at work, so at least things won’t be less of a hassle.
And jogging. I got to find the will to wake up at 5 a.m. and start making use of my legs. I just hate the fact that at around 6 a.m., that’s when the cars start coming out from their homes and my jogging becomes counter-productive because gasoline fumes are getting piped to my lungs.
1 Comment
September 21, 2006 at 12:56 am
Bud, not to be a judgemental screw up, since im not that fit either, but bro… bro… you have to have something that i have (that i wish to partake you with) is fats… cmon man! gain some fats before losing em by jogging… but i dont know… i think drinking mega mass or that sort of stuff… eating picha’s 24/7 and gulping oil would help…
but working out would really bring out the appetite in you… ehem… steroids brought out mine (i had to take it because of that asthma thing and bee stings)