How Late It Was, How Late

Trip to gym was successful, although lead to the sad discovery that I have lost a lot of speed and muscle. Jogging 2.5 miles took me half an hour, which sucks, to put it mildly. I used to be able to shake my thang a hell of a lot faster than that. Barely made it through my third set of assisted chin-ups.

My body is weird. It *always* weighs the same, circa 130lbs, in a sort of Dorian Gray-esque fashion, no matter what evils I inflict on it. It appears to compensate for fat gain by dehydrating me and making my muscles atrophy to the point that lifting pencils becomes difficult. Sigh. I miss my mighty pipes.

, here are two user pics for you, although sadly neither is the promised opera one. 🙁 I don’t know what’s wrong with my photo editor, but it kept crashing my system, so you’ll have to wait another night for it. Sorry! It looks good in progress, though…


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