yesterday i had my first day of rehab treatment for my leg.
yep, a full hour of muscle isolations, thigh clenching, toe pointing, butt squeezing exercises.

basicly a very PG-rated, hospital themed, made-for-tv porno.

i also made friends in the waiting room this time, im sure you could imagine how thrilled i was with some pink bandana-ed assclown sharing incident stories , and a third party bill cosby as the peanut gallery.

is it entirely queer that i can't wait to workout on my lunch today?

i don't know why moreso today than any other day, i think im just eager to undo all the fat-slob-ery i've been up to lately.

unfortunately working out has never been my problem, as much the act of actually eating well. the pizza diet, the all you can eat cookie coma, the snack nap attack fitness regime, the im-up-early-enough-for-mcdonalds-breakfast-gutrot, dont worry guys, i've taken one for the team and tried them all.


next up is tackling running on a regular basis instead of begrudgingly going once a month. it would really help if the sight of my running pants didnt make my eyes queef.