Peeled out on and sploded.

Not that I am--or ever was--a particularly unshapely guy, I'm starting to feel pretty out of shape. Not grossly so, mind you, but just maybe a little mushy on the edges. And I'll be honest: I do not like it. The other day I ate an obscene amount of food and was still feeling overly full well into the next day. Then, when I didn't feel so full, I felt sore. Sore. I ate so much food that my body was sore. That, I think, is pretty terrible. I mean, damn. Who the hell gets sore from eating food?

I do, apparently, and I am ashamed.

I'm going to start exercising some more, though. And by exercising some more, I of course mean I'll start exercising period. Because I actually don't make it out to the gym anymore. I got some pretty radical swimsuits though, so I hope that's enough of a kick in the dick in the balls to start swimming. Swimming regularly. And running. And I need to go mountain biking. And rock climbing. All I'm saying is that my cheeks are a little too soft for my liking. I'm supposed to have a gaunt, skeletal face. Also, my butt jiggles.

And I actually don't like that.

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Carolynn said…

Let me know if you want to gym it up, bro.

May 23, 2010 at 11:42 PM

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