This week I joined a gym again. I have been going in the wrong direction weight wise, and don't want to see it get out of control. It's not that I'm fat. It's that I recognize the signs of getting to a place where I will be fat. Scientific or not, I believe there is a muscle / fat ratio point of no return. Since I don't lift weights anymore, my resting metabolism has declined, so I just put on another pound every couple of months, and as I put on more fat the ratio becomes even worse. It's not that I'm working toward being fat with bad behavior such as overeating. It's more like I'm standing still on an escalator going the wrong direction. So like most things in life, when you aren't moving forward, life is just moving you toward a weekend watching a Surreal Life reruns marathon.
Oh Surreal Life, I can't stand to watch, but I can't look away, especially when it's Ron Jeremy, who I never heard of before Surreal Life, yet find fascinating, in a huh? mesmerising kind of way. Sorry, I digress.
Today, I played tennis against a person for a little while, and then a machine for an hour. Then I rode bikes with my little daughter, and then she wanted to jog. I think Boo outran me. She informed me that one day she is going to be much faster than me. "It is certain." I said.
I'm supposed to do a step class tomorrow. I wonder how sore I'm going to be? The agony of regaining lost ground in old age.
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