Recovering From the Food Coma

Been lying on my couch wondering if I can magically make my 19 year-old metabolism return but it doesn’t seem to want to come back. I promised to forgive it for its long absence but the bastard must not believe me.

Forced myself vertical and wandered over to the ‘puter. Giving myself a few minutes to will my socks back onto my feet so I can go hit the treadmill. Kind of enjoy these late night workouts.

One of the best parts of living alone is only having to worry about my schedule. Won’t go to bed before 2 or 3 and hopefully won’t wake up until about 9. Life isn’t perfect but it is pretty damn good. There are benefits to working hard.


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