Oh my

The gym, mirror, and scale are all being good to me. On a better day I might say those sorts of things don't matter to me, but right now I'm pleased.

Gymatizing is a snowball phenomenon. The more you do one area, the better you are at isolating it, and the more you can do on that area. I’m finding that I’m getting much more used to doing abs work, and MUCH better at really hitting the muscles when I do it. Visually I can see the results with each twist and turn. There’s still fat on them, but not so much that I’d turn down a truffle. I have happy with me tummy now, he he!

Like anything, each new point of focus takes practice, but unlike other sports too much practice gets very quickly diminishing returns. More than half of the problem in the gym is constantly finding new ways to shock the muscle.

On the other hand I'm getting better about my temper, and since I'm reading more I have more interesting things to talk about...but I'd rather blither about my belly for the moment.

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"Again, vicar, I damn you for making me all introspective."

I am quite flattered! I was just wondering if there was any point to my constantly posting my relective thoughts...or if I was just convincing anyone and everyone with time to read that I'm a cyclically moving whiny little simp. I'm glad to hear that in at least one case, I have turned out to be a bad influence.

Bullshit!

I worry about my development as a human being with social skills and maturity issues? Let’s change the basis for comparison to my office:

Mr. Cufflink - sound in his belief that a loud voice, autocratic style, and impeccable dress will pave the way for his dictations to become policy and practice.
Ms. Hair - has untrimmed uneven hair past her tailbone because her mom insisted she keep her hair short as a child. She’s now over 40.
The Duck - playing referee (although he tries to shrug off the title as manager) amongst a bunch of loons, occasionally provoking just for the entertainment value of the response, then doing damage control.
Pimp Daddy - wears outfits that make you think ‘top shelf at chess king,’ has a pot belly that leaves him saying such things as ‘I don’t have anything to prove to anyone’ (before bragging about how he can get any girl in ‘this po-dunk town),’ and is playing defensive in a non-existent war with each and every person that might conceivably be out to get him
Ms. Froot Loop - who just ran with eyes bulging into my office to stash her soy milk in our refrigerator because Pimp Daddy told someone else to mention that he was going to take his personal frig out of her office, who still tries to get people to get her candy from my candy bowl because she’s embarrassed to be seen mooching, calls her dogs ‘babies,’ and has been caught by virtually everyone in the office badmouthing them to someone else
Gummint - who is always too busy or just too good to do the work of a secretary and simultaneously says she’s not about the money while noting you gotta use money to show love
Girl Friday - who is constantly on the phone fighting with her ‘whatever-he-is’ about the same issues, day in, day out, non-stop, and answers the phone in a voice that puts phone sex workers to shame
RastaLawyer - who wears his hair in braids but writes in legalese to the point “Comes now the Agency, by its representatives, and officially notifies the Appellant that the Agency intends to engage in the following”
and the list goes on...

I’m feeling mighty together by comparison!