UnpleasantlySexy

Hopefully, as of last night, I've experienced a permanent shift in my mental and, eventually, my physical states.

See, I stayed home the last two days, partly in preparation for a big job interview that I was supa-dupa-nervous for (which, ironically, I think I stunk up anyway), and partly because I felt sorta lousy and didn't wanna go to work. If you call in sick, you can take up to two days (but not three) without further penalization, so, hey, two days!

Lotsa time to think. Maybe too much.

It was one of those times where, inexplicably, in the middle of the night, I was compelled to find an immediate solution to all my problems, sleep be damned. I don't know if this is motivated by my hatred of my job, by some irrational and unfounded guilt, or by the ever-increasing size of my well-muscled beer gut, but it happens every so often, and woe be it for me to interfere with potential life-altering resolutions.

If only this were indicative of past reform...

Alas, I've had these moments of clarity all too often in the past and, as a result, I've come to the understanding that, when it comes to chiseling my body and soul into a statuesque ideal, I'm superbly lazy. For example, I can't tell you how many times I've built entire itineraries around going to the gym, only to have them disintigrate completely when I have to, in fact, actually go to the gym. Same goes for eating in a moderately healthy manner.

All of this stems from me not being in a very happy place lately, and I'm looking for a change. I mean, Julia makes me incredibly happy, but, due to her schedule, I only get to see her for a very limited time each week. Too much alone time ain't a good thing. Plus, I had a complete stranger ask me yesterday to join a Star Wars miniature gaming league that he's starting from home, and I realized that I REALLY don't want to be known as "Sam, the Miniature Gamer".

So THIS time, I think I'm gonna do it. Besides, I'll feel pretty cheated if I don't come out of this with a new lease on life AND massive pectoral muscles.

Mmm...man boobs...



S



P.S. - Six months of mildly entertaining blogging! Woo!

(Actually, it's almost seven months by now, but I forgot about it when it was actually relevant)