In light of falling off the wagon and down a cliff and blowing up in a ravine, I’m getting back on the horse…which I guess I’ll ride to the wagon. Inspired by the dogshit way of life I’ve been living and it’s participation in my body going to shit, I’m starting back paleo today (This is so much harder living at home. Mostly because I just started eating whatever my mom cooked) and resolving to get back into a scheduled workout routine. I admit that this is mostly being brought about by one of my kind of overweight friends getting skinnier and fitter than me since my physical fitness has taken a backseat to football watching and med school applying. I guess spite can be a motivator to get me started at least? I’ve run out of excuses and accumulated lbs. I’ve lost some strength, but I’ve been lifting on and off this semester so not all is lost. I’m also trying to reach a goal of swimming a mile without stopping. I got half a mile without stopping today, so I think this is more than realistic. Jacked and tan Christmas 2k11.
