Talk Is Way Too Cheap

All that talk about the weeks conspiring to keep me from the gym and what do I do? Sleep in this morning. Bah! I think my momentum is definitely slowing way down.

It's been a relatively good past 6 months but now I'm not seeing any changes. I appear to have plateaued in recent weeks. In fact, to me, it seems that old Michelin around my waist is actually getting larger; so much for a six pack. All this is combines to suck the enthusiasm out of the whole exercise thing and threatens to usher in an onslaught of depression.

Not to be left out, I discovered my brain has concocted an additional lovely disorder designed to compliment the plateau. It seems that guys I’m interesting in don’t even see me; they are looking at the other guy. Where’s my cross?

Yup, you read right. Somehow, in my twisted screwed up brain, I think that just because I’ve gone from 220 lbs down to 200 lbs and increased the size of my biceps, guys should immediately be falling all over themselves asking me out on dates.

I think it’s time to go look into electroshock therapy.