Where have I gone, Matthew Schwartzio?
The bloggers turn their lonely eyes to meee-eee-ee-eeeee
A'ight, 'nuff S&G for tonight. Where have I gone, indeed? As much as I would love to say I have been sweating my a$$ off at the gym, I am afraid the exact opposite has happened. Well, not the EXACT opposite (freezing my a¢¢ off at home?), but close. I haven't really made it to the gym since I last posted. Things have been... well, they haven't lent themselves to exercise. Let's just say that. Let's just say when your summer firm dings you, declining to give you an offer because you're "too much of a thinker," it makes you want to think of ways to -- well, the point is fitness and exercise have been pretty far from my mind.
That said, my apartment does have a rather nice setup that allows me to do quasi-dips in the comfort of my own home. And the GOOD news is that I an actually do them! Unassisted! Like 5 or 6 of them!!!! This is amazing progress, and I can only surmise that the time off, coupled with ungodly amounts of protein (there's at least 100 grams in a large pizza) have combined to give me rested and growing pecs. Beautiful. Sadly, they pale in comparison to my ever-expanding waist line, but give a man a break.
The point is I'll get back on it soon. It just takes me a while to find my groove. And in the meantime, I will just have to get used to feeling sluggish, lethargic, and easily winded. Blech.