Enough is Enough…

…and by “enough”, I actually mean “not enough”.

I have come to the realisation that, through a combination of eating atrociously, drinking far too much, doing a very stressful self-employed job AND suffering grave vehicular-related misfortunes on a daily basis, I have fallen from shape.

Now, if you ask 99% of well-informed trainees, sports-people and athletes, they would advise a gradual but strict revision of my diet, cutting down on the drinking, taking a bit of a break from the stress and easing myself back into a thorough gym routine.

That’s because they’re sensible and professional. I, on the other hand, am a fool. Thus, my approach is as follows:

LIFT EVERYTHING AND LIFT IT LOTS OF TIMES, EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK!! (If it hurts, you're doing it just about right.)

Anyway, essentially what I’m getting at here is that I’m going to attempt to get back into shape. It will likely be a horrible experience for everybody involved (me and those who can see me out the corner of their eye), but it is entirely necessary. Murorga Sim Bowa cannot be a wastrel, after all!

(I think I may have just misused the word wastrel, but it’s hard to care when you’re sitting in your pants, listening to Volbeat and raving about lifting things…which is my daily life.)

So! After these two pieces of dry toast, I will fire-up my Bearhawk and cruise through the CONSTANT PISSING RAIN to the gym. And I won’t leave until I can lift EVERYTHING.

About the Author
Ed Gamester is a silly man who lives in the United Kingdom. He is the harbinger of Ghost Squad, singer of Gay Bum and author of A Rum Run Awry. He fights, kills and dies for TV and films, and gallivants around the place wrestling, drinking and lifting things for glory and profit. Where Ed treads, there stamp the boots of the Guild. Ed does not wear glasses, but feels this photograph makes him look more intelligent and artistically talented than he is. Feel free to contact him: he is disappointingly affable.

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