As I peered at the calendar a cold chill covered my body. "That can't be right" I said, "surely I've got more than 6 weeks". As I feverishly counted the weeks again, a sobering reality suddenly slapped me across the face. "I've got to wear a bathing suit on the beach......IN FRONT OF PEOPLE....IN FRONT OF MY GOOD FRIENDS.....in just 6 short weeks"! AHhhhhhhhhhh!
Well, that was me a week ago last Friday, and here I sit today, writhing in pain and soreness, wishing once again that someone would just come along and shoot me. End my misery. Why do I do this to myself? I tell myself at the beginning of the year, that this year will be different....mmmmmm jelly donuts, this year I will work out all year around.....mmmmmm bacon cheeseburgers, and I will stay in shape. Yeah right, didn't happen, and now once again I face the cold reality that a harpooning might be in my near future if I show up at the beach in my current state. So, it's "yummy" protein shakes for me, and elliptical training and speed bag training, and sit-ups and all that other painful stuff twice a day for the next 40 days.
If I play my cards right, I might be able to go from gargantuan to huge by Memorial weekend. WoooHooo! Hey, it's a start. After gorging myself Memorial weekend on fresh shrimp and other fine delectables (just being honest), I vow to get back on a regiment and not fall into the same abyss. Don't believe me you say? Well, after my track record, I can't say that I blame you. Wait and see......wait and see.
William
PS. If you hold stock in the maker of Advil....expect a significant upswing in stock price over the next few weeks.
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