March 12, 2002 :: 11:13 a.m.
revenge of the gym ratz
I should not be allowed to operate heavy machinery before noon. Seriously. I was driving very erratically. More than once, Adam (brother) asked me if I was okay. Which I am. I'm just not used to being up and mobile at such an early hour, that's all. Erg.
On my way home, I was behind these guys with one of those novelty license plates. It read: GYM RATZ. It was accompanied by a license plate holder that said "Serious Fitness" on the top and "Gold's Gym" on the bottom. Woo. So I was sitting behind them at a traffic light (I had to fight the urge to call it a "stop light" - damn Pennsylvania Dutch bullshit), unshowered and disheveled, probably wearing dirty clothes. Yeah, I felt nice. The people in front of me felt it necessary to emblazon their license plate with a testament to their wonderful physiques and the work that went into them, and there I was, out of shape and not even trying to change it. Such a confidence booster. Uh... no. No no no. Me and my pudge and my sedentary lifestyle were feeling a bit lackluster right about then. *sigh*
And now, because I'm oh so health conscious, I'm going out to lunch with Amanda. We will invariably eat way too much, probably a meal supplemented by an appetizer of fat, dipped in fat, fried in fat. Oh, and dessert, of course. Christ. I have no willpower.
back & forth
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