Feeling fit

Nothing feels sexier than taking of your shirt in front of the mirror. Immediately I notice the stray hair pattern that seems to be a constant feature in my life. No manly tuft of hair growing in the right places, but a sporadic smattering of hair that has no rhyme or reason. My ancestor cave-men must've been the laughing stock of the cave community.

After that I tend to notice what isn't as it once was. For example, I used to take of my shirt with confidence, knowing that what was underneath that shirt was decent enough for humans to see. Now I take off my shirt and birds fly into the window their so appalled with my 'fluffiness' My fondness for late night snacks and refreshing Coca-Cola has finally outpaced my metabolism. (Probably should note that I spend too much time in front of this screen as well... hence my venture into blogdom)

Well, I finally decided that the time to act is now. I figure if I don't turn things around I'll soon be unable to recognize the pot-bellied reflection staring at me in the mirror. So I talked to my wife and she is going to let me get a bike. I decided that commuting to work is worthless since it's close enough that a bike-ride won't be too taxing. Plus I get to help with that environment stuff people complain about so much.

Monday I'm going bike shopping. Wish me luck.