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Feb. 16th, 2002 12:29 amI spent most of the day at work bursting with energy. I was stuck in front of the computer with my leg pistoning a hundred times a minute when all I wanted was to be walking in the park. I was looking forward to a long night out drinking and dancing. Anything to burn off the energy.
I come home and meet up with Brian and Di and Vivian. We get a bit tipsy (or very tipsy in the case of Vivian and Di) and head out to Highlander for dinner.
At some point, sitting at the Highlander, my energy vanished. I wanted to go to SEKS and dance, see Wayne and Lori and generally have fun, but my body was crashing hard.
I desperately need to get the GSU job. Money and respectability are good, but best of all, they have a gym. I can feel my body building up layers of fat from my inactivity. Back at CNN there was a gym in the building and I loved it. I was working out, lost nearly 40 pounds and felt better than I had in years.
I'm 28 now, and the physical joys of youth are in their last glimmer. I can either try to make my body into the shape I have always wanted or I can slowly slide towards the point where I resemble Jabba the Hut.
I miss the thrill of a healthy body. Walking around in a fit body feels the same as driving a well tuned sports car. Alas, I'm currently living in the equivalent of my 88 Celica: creaky, broken down and in desperate need of a tune up.
I come home and meet up with Brian and Di and Vivian. We get a bit tipsy (or very tipsy in the case of Vivian and Di) and head out to Highlander for dinner.
At some point, sitting at the Highlander, my energy vanished. I wanted to go to SEKS and dance, see Wayne and Lori and generally have fun, but my body was crashing hard.
I desperately need to get the GSU job. Money and respectability are good, but best of all, they have a gym. I can feel my body building up layers of fat from my inactivity. Back at CNN there was a gym in the building and I loved it. I was working out, lost nearly 40 pounds and felt better than I had in years.
I'm 28 now, and the physical joys of youth are in their last glimmer. I can either try to make my body into the shape I have always wanted or I can slowly slide towards the point where I resemble Jabba the Hut.
I miss the thrill of a healthy body. Walking around in a fit body feels the same as driving a well tuned sports car. Alas, I'm currently living in the equivalent of my 88 Celica: creaky, broken down and in desperate need of a tune up.
