It’s snowing. Again.
I’m sick of winter. It’s said that February is the month of doldrums, but at least February has Valentine’s Day. I think March is the most characterless month. It’s just a wasteland between winter and spring. It’s the only month that’s also a verb, which is odd, since it doesn’t do anything.
I’ve felt stagnant lately. I try to fight the temptation to eat junk. It would be nice to lose the 8-10 pounds I’ve gained in the past year. I might try the Abs Diet, which seems to have worked for Faustus. He and I are roughly the same height and build, so maybe it would help me, too. It’s just that I’ve never had discipline when it comes to exercise. I find it so boring. I could join a gym and ride an exercise bike, I suppose, which would at least be a cardio workout, and I could even read while doing it.
Now that I’ve finished How I Paid For College, I’m reading Leave Myself Behind, which my gay coworker gave me yesterday because he’d bought a copy without realizing he already owned it. It’s a slim gay coming-of-age novel and also sort of a mystery. Not as funny as How I Paid For College, but it’s diverting. Maybe after this I’ll finally read The Plot Against America or dive back into Neal Stephenson’s The System of the World.
Anyway. I want spring to get here. One of my favorite things to do in New York is go for long walks in unfamiliar neighborhoods. Once it gets warm, Matt and I can start doing that again.
Begone, stagnation, begone.
K. and I both did well on the South Beach Diet. The first two weeks are rather strict, but the rest of it is just common sense and you can still pretty much eat like a hog if you’re eating the right stuff and exercising a moderate amount. You can easily shed winter weight in two weeks and then learn to maintain a healthy diet. And for as early-90s corny as they are, the 8-Minute Workout series (especially abs and arms) are great for those of us with short attention spans. Although the perk of joining a gym is eye candy. I’m just sayin’.
You should join a gym. It gets my testosterone pumping. Then all the hot guys make all my other hormones rage. When you get home you’ll have the hottest sex ever. Try it! I noticed a big difference when I stopped working out. That’s why today was my first day back in the gym.
First of all, those 8-10 pounds, are they causing you so much grief that it takes away from your life and your relationship? It’s nice to lose weight but, honestly, exercise to stay healthy. Exercise is BORING. If it’s not your thing, then don’t join a gym. Join something else, like a sports team, or maybe you and Matt can take salsa or ballroom or square dancing lessons. Just get active. Whatever you do, don’t “DIET”; unless you plan on switching your eating habits forever, they never work. Look embrace what you have. Plus, I saw you at the last WYSIWG, you look good, you look happy, your bf is awfully cute (I told Kevin), things are good. Just don’t “DIET”. Please.
The Plot Against America is one of the best novels I’ve read in a while. Of course most of what i read is not novels (plays, nonfiction) or trash (Michael Crichton and his ilk). But I really loved it and found it incredibly unnerving.
The gym is great, but takes a ton of discipline (getting there, not doing it). Honestly, though, i think sex is, by far, The Best Workout available.
Sex does the body good.