Why Do I Bother?

Mel and I made it to the [tag]gym[/tag] this morning, that’s twice this week so far and I promised to go again tomorrow. [tag]Exercise[/tag] is a wonderful thing, at least that’s what I’m told. I don’t know why I hate it so much. Hopefully I will grow to love the gym as much as my computer, but it doesn’t seem likely. If only I could figure out how to blog while I’m using the [tag]elliptical machine[/tag].

I would love to be [tag]in shape[/tag] again. Well, in a more appealing shape anyway. It’s not that I’m [tag]fat[/tag] at 175, I’m just “loose”. It’s not as bad as it was before we were married, though. I’ve lost about 20 [tag]pounds[/tag] since then. I could stand to lose about 10-15 more.

I took one of those questionaires before we were married that tells you what your [tag]biological age[/tag] is (and then attempts to sell you vitamins or something at the end) and it told me I was about 44. I was 35 at the time. Just out of curiosity I took the same test again this month and I’m 37.7 at age 39. Mel has been good for me. Not to mention that I have quit smoking since that time as well.

I’ll post some photos of me all greased up as soon as I have a [tag]six pack[/tag] to show off. Or as soon as I have a six pack and someone greases me up and takes pictures while I’m passed out.

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