I’m borderline carpel tunneled out.
I'm borderline carpel tunneled out. I'm back in the office waiting on go-time for this evolution that has me walking the dark halls of corporate hell way past my parole. The only redeeming things that have happened since I was here last was a deluxe mixed nut extravaganza in my kitchen topping off Chinese delivery leftovers from last night and a wonderful call from my girlfriend... not in that order. She always manages to put a smile on my face regardless of my mood. I like finding shit in my desk at work that I thought I lost. It's almost always good stuff... like a jazz CD that I misplaced or my favorite calculator (how geeky is that shit?)... or a cool pen I had forgotten about... almost always good. Well, tonight I found a picture of me and Greg holding cigars and martinis at Downing Street and let me tell you... it was not good. I mean, don't get me wrong... I dig that Greg and I were together and I love a good cigar and martini, but I am in probably THE WORST shape of my life in this photo. I looked at it and saw my dad... that scares the shit out of me. I mean, I have been up and down in the personal fitness department over the last 5 years... more down than up I would assume. A desk job will do that to you over time if you're not careful... that and drinking. I don't drink much these days compared to yesteryear. I almost always at least give the food I eat a tiny slice of time in the thought machine before devouring... not that I could ever be a complete health nut, but I've come close in my late 20's. I miss that feeling of ripped abs and tasteful definition... not that veiny Mr. Bulky shit you see in fitness magazines. I could be there again in less than 6 months if I lived it... maybe a year if I sorta lived it moderately... fuck though... that is such a commitment of time. It's time that I struggle to find the will to free these days. I have however, decided that half of the decision has been made for me. It's easy as a single man to fall into the pattern of "fuck it" when pondering such topics, but I've always believed that one should put just as much effort into personal fitness and hygiene for their mate as they do for themselves, so I'm getting my ass back in great shape for her and me both... but mostly for her. The me still wants chilaquilies and refried beans, cold beer and chili cheese burgers, and bacon... lots of bacon. Yeah. My eyes hurt. I'm tired and I want to sleep. Anyhoo, it's time for the work work work... I am not diggin' this.
Working out is good. It’s something I have to figure out how to do now that I’m out here and don’t have access to the sweet treadmill and Weider we had in Tejas, or my Soloflex, which is and will stay in storage on account of space where I am now.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be here so joining a gym isn’t appealing...they’re not appealing in general, really. I like working out alone.
Pharmo-tech can help out. I’m not talking about that Hydroxycut I saw in your kitchen. That stuff is bad news. I used to take it. It works, but it takes its toll on your heart. Here’s my daily supplement regime that’s (along with staying around 2000 cal/day) keeping the weight off:
1) DHEA...this is a hormone guys stop producing after they hit their mid to late 20s. It affects your metabolism and testosterone levels. Increasing your testosterone (within limits) helps you retain and build muscle mass which burn calories all on their own. This is also nicknamed the “fountain of youth” hormone by some.
2) multivitamin...nuff said
3) 5-HTP...not only aids in keeping your mood up, by increasing seratonin, it’s also been linked to weight loss. I dunno if it’s because happier people tend to eat less shitty than depressed people, but that’s what I’ve read.
...these are all taken after a meal…
4) ZMASS PM...before bed. This is an anabolic zinc supplement that also promotes retention and building of lean muscle mass. It also helps me sleep through the night (no sleep agent, I just rest better, without waking up and being restless). It also promotes rapid recovery when working out. I’m not working out now but when I was it made a difference in how I felt and how quickly I progressed with the weights. I saw it endorsed a few years back by the leading NFL rusher at the time and thought I’d try it out. I notice a difference when I am and am not on it.
work out? what’s that?
You drunk liar. No more cubanos for YOU!
;-)
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