Archive for March, 2009


CQ vs. The Gym

I don’t want to be too witty and self-revealing here, because my main goal is to use this writing to catch my lazy ass.   And I don’t want this to be a self-pitying “I’m fat” type of thing, either.  I just really need to get my ass to the gym for real.  Not because I want to look good in a swimsuit this summer – okay I definitely want to look good in a swimsuit this summer – but that’s not why I have to go to the gym.  Nor is it because I think the world is ending soon and I want to look good when it does.  Or because I’m creeping up on 28 and a high school 10 year reunion this season.   I don’t have to go to the gym because you can see the pounds of “I live with my boyfriend” flab, or because I can feel my shirts fitting tightly (and not in a good way).  I simply need to go to the gym so I won’t shoot anyone.  That’s not so bad.

When life is like a pressure cooker, physical release is good.  And I masturbate way too much as it is.  I’ve tried a few new routes this year so far with moderate success:  Balboa swing class was decent.  Snowboarding has been fun, but my tailbone is happy it only lasts a season. Until some major dance gets underway I need some physical outlets, and I’ve already exhausted the list of reasons why.

So I’m just gonna have to get off my ass and do it.  And as the days, and the weeks, and the months pass by I can look at this post to remind me.  Or maybe it will make me avoid my computer and the internet altogether?  Either way,putting it into words will bring something about…