There was a time back there when I wanted to get back in shape and I was debating whether to get a water rower or a Concept II.
Either one of them would have been maybe $1,500 or more and there was the very real problem of where to put the thing.
Anyway, this past weekend I finally resolved the boiling controvery over how I would do wide-grip, full range-of-motion pushups.
SOLUTION: Two 6X8X16 concrete blocks, turned on their sides. I think they were $1.22 each. Maybe they were $1.44 but I think that was the price for the 8 inch blocks.
Anyway, they work perfectly and boy am I sore right now.
I'd like not to be too much of a douche-bag, here, pushy is not the way to make friends and influence people.
But I'd genuinely like to see people happier with their lives, and I've done some soul-searching and I've realized that a big part of the reason why I got so fat and miserable is I kept saying to myself, over and over again in various different ways, life sucks, who cares, I'm gonna die anyway.
Well, a funny thing happened. I resolved to get back in shape because I injured myself doing something very basic. (Okay, I tore a rotator cuff taking off my undershirt.) In other words, I hit rock bottom and realized I can't keep on like this. If I want to die then kill myself. If I want to live then turn things around.
So what was that funny thing that happened? My whole outlook on life improved right along with my health. The tail wagged the dog, so to speak.
And it was good and I'm never going back to that defeatist way of thinking ever again because I'm going to stay in shape, even if it kills me!
Yesterday I was going through my old papers, and found a list of health rules I'd made up and one was 'exercise, even if for 5 minutes so you keep in the habit.
And I found an old comic strip. In the first panel a fortune teller is saying to the man, 'there are unseen forces in your life.' And he says, 'you mean besides gravity?'
Okay, maybe I really don't want to know the answer to this question but do gay guys whack off fantasizing about, like, George Clooney or Daniel Craig or Hugh Jackman?
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No dog?
Is there any bacon on there?
There was a time back there when I wanted to get back in shape and I was debating whether to get a water rower or a Concept II.
Either one of them would have been maybe $1,500 or more and there was the very real problem of where to put the thing.
Anyway, this past weekend I finally resolved the boiling controvery over how I would do wide-grip, full range-of-motion pushups.
SOLUTION: Two 6X8X16 concrete blocks, turned on their sides. I think they were $1.22 each. Maybe they were $1.44 but I think that was the price for the 8 inch blocks.
Anyway, they work perfectly and boy am I sore right now.
I'm hungry.
I was a BMI 32.4. This morning I was 23.9.
I am not special in any way, shape or form. If I can do it, just about anybody can do it.
Even if you're confined to a wheelchair or a bed, you can increase your level of physical activity.
Your health will improve, guaranteed, but you have to do something first.
Please start.
Pessimism is the enemy.
Once again - I could read the caption first. Congrats! Bacon!
That's cool, Bat. I need to start doing stuff like that, and walking. They say if you do something for 21 days a habit is formed.
Pessimism is the enemy.
I'd like not to be too much of a douche-bag, here, pushy is not the way to make friends and influence people.
But I'd genuinely like to see people happier with their lives, and I've done some soul-searching and I've realized that a big part of the reason why I got so fat and miserable is I kept saying to myself, over and over again in various different ways, life sucks, who cares, I'm gonna die anyway.
Well, a funny thing happened. I resolved to get back in shape because I injured myself doing something very basic. (Okay, I tore a rotator cuff taking off my undershirt.) In other words, I hit rock bottom and realized I can't keep on like this. If I want to die then kill myself. If I want to live then turn things around.
So what was that funny thing that happened? My whole outlook on life improved right along with my health. The tail wagged the dog, so to speak.
And it was good and I'm never going back to that defeatist way of thinking ever again because I'm going to stay in shape, even if it kills me!
Now if only I could kick the booze. ;-)
Start with walking!
It is fantastic exercise.
And never say to yourself, "Oh, I can only walk for 5 minutes, what's the use?"
Some of something is better than all of nothing!
Pessimism is the enemy.
No, gravity is the enemy. Or carbs. Carbs are really tasty.
Yesterday I was going through my old papers, and found a list of health rules I'd made up and one was 'exercise, even if for 5 minutes so you keep in the habit.
And I found an old comic strip. In the first panel a fortune teller is saying to the man, 'there are unseen forces in your life.' And he says, 'you mean besides gravity?'
(1) "Carbs are really tasty."
(2) “Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
-- G. K. Chesterton
(3) I got that quote from Pogo, an extremely valuable resource.
You're in Jersey and you didn't get the salami, prosciutto and pancetta combo?!
They say if you do something for 21 days a habit is formed.
Most boys have that nailed by age 13.
Oh, Haz.
Ma'am?
Michael Haz said...
They say if you do something for 21 days a habit is formed.
Most boys have that nailed by age 13.
I had that beat by a year.
Most boys have that nailed by age 13.
I had that nailed before I turned 12. And it didn't take 21 days to form the habit either. Dang but I had it bad for Victoria Principal....
Joey Heatherton.
Sears catalog.
Okay, maybe I really don't want to know the answer to this question but do gay guys whack off fantasizing about, like, George Clooney or Daniel Craig or Hugh Jackman?
Sears catalog.
That was good stuff of your dad didn't get Playboy and your mom didn't subscribe to Vogue and the like.
I was a big fan of the Mark Eden Bust Developer ads in the back of my mother's Ladies Home Journal.
Never whacked off to any of them though.
Too weird. Too much an an association with my mom.
But recent photos of my grandmother, now, that's another story!
SPLAT!!!!!
When I'm in Clifton I'm going to Rut's Hut and getting a couple "rippers."
If you are in Clifton, Rutt's Hut is the place to go for lunch.
Even if they serve beef hot dogs.
Evi, Lots of Yid's in the area.
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