…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.