Fatty

I think I'm getting fat.  Okay, maybe fat isn't the right word.  Perhaps "soft" would be a more appropriate description?  Who are we kidding?  It's different words that all mean the same thing.  I have lost all those nice little lines on my abs, and frankly, I miss them, and I want them back.

I met the Hexberg's at Roscoe's last week for dinner, and as I was sitting there plowing through my chicken and waffles, further contributing to my current flabby state, Jared told me about some relative that died from sitting too much.  Apparently he developed a blood clot in his legs, and it broke free, went to his brain, and that was it.  This little story has me feeling concerned.  I do a LOT of sitting lately.  I sit at work, I sit in my car, I sit in class, and then I come home and sit on the couch before I go lay down.  I've become the most sedentary person I know.  On the bright side it drives me nuts and I've taken to fidgeting around in my chair a lot.  I take it as a good sign that it's not just a mental thing, but that my body does not like being sedentary either, and hopefully it won't be too hard to snap back out of this when things let up a bit.  I think one of the first things I'm going to do Saturday when I'm done with training is head straight to the gym.  I even scouted out a 24 hour fitness in San Diego near the training place.  It's my number one priority.  I'm putting it before getting my car washed, okay well I put most everything before getting the car washed.  Which reminds me, anyone up for a trip to the frog wash?