November 11th, 2005

Shaoran Action

Workout Report, Special Edition: Objective Measurements

I told you my body responds quickly to exercise, yes? Well in the one week span since I picked up doing the Bowflex again, and really started being aggressive with the diet changes, my weight is more or less unchanged, but my jeans are noticeably looser already, and my shoulders have noticeably squared off. They haven't pumped up huge, obviously, it's only been a week. But those "seated lateral shoulder raises" are killers and work my deltoids to the point of failure, which is what leads to new muscle growth.

The jeans getting scrunchy was my first real indicator that trouble was brewing after the Kung Fu had slacked off. Denim is a harsh mistress, and takes no prisoners. I worked hard to get into this size, so when I couldn't get my hands in the pockets without a crowbar, I knew serious steps had to be taken. This morning, I wouldn't exactly call them "loose," but they are back within the acceptable range of "fairly comfortable," which is amazing progress for just a week's work.

One of the things I spoke to my counselor about last night, is a plan I've been cooking up over the past few weeks. I have as a Do-Not-Fail Goal for 2006, to get rid of the gut, by hook or by crook. My last-ditch effort, if by October of next year the gut is still here, will be liposuction. I've had this stupid roll of fat on my stomach since I was five years old, and I am frankly sick of it.

But before I resort to surgery, I need to have made a bona fides attempt to go through every reasonable effort, which includes the complete diet change and regular workouts. I must admit I'm disappointed that the Kung Fu wasn't more effective in that regard, but a super-intense workout once or twice a week is just not as effective as doing more moderate workouts more often.

-The Gneech
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"Geeze, just what we need," said Brigid, threading her way between a random pair of shoppers. "All I wanted was to get a pair of pants."

"Aw," said Greg, surveying the community art show that had descended upon the mall. "Try to get into the spirit of the thing! Some of these people have put years of their lives into their work!"

"Yeah, sure, maybe," said Brigid. "But I don't see why I should have to suffer for their stupidity. All I want is to buy some jeans, and I have to wade through the entire population of the city being determined to stand in my way everywhere I go."

Greg tsked. "You are in a nasty mood," he said. "Well I don't care what you say, I think it's fun. And some of this art is really good! Take a look at this etching, for instance." He gestured at a large copper plate that had what appeared to be the Lincoln Memorial etched into it. "Look at the detail! That's gotta be a lot of -- er -- hello?"

He stopped and looked around; he had apparently been talking to empty air, because Brigid had stopped three tables back and was practically bouncing. "Oh my God these are so cuuute!" she was saying as she picked up a statuette approximately two inches tall.

Greg wandered back over to her and examined the object: it appeared to be a porcelain goose, wearing an Edwardian-style suit with a high collar, a bow tie, and a tiny pair of spectacles. It seemed to be reading a parchment, which it held away from its body with the tip of a wing.

"Isn't it the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" she said. "All of these are so precious!"

"Er," said Greg. "Well, they're not really my cup of tea, but..."

"Look at the bunny!" she squeed, scooping up another statuette. "He's reading a bedtime story to the little baby bunny! It's so cute!"

"Cute," said Greg, coldly. "Yes. So cute I'm going into diabetic shock just from looking at it. Can we move on, now?"

"Just a minute," said Brigid. "How much is this one?" She began hunting for a price tag.

Greg sighed. "Remind me, next time you hate something, to let you go on hating it."

-The Gneech

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Didja ever have one of those times when you felt like talking, but couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say?

On a semi-related note, I feel like doing some art, but I'm tired, having spent almost all evening working on next week's strips.

"Wait," you might say, "aren't next week's strips also art?"

Well, yes ... but I'm talking about big art pieces type art, not strips.

Ah well. Maybe later this weekend. :)

-The Gneech
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