The most frightening thing you'll see, you'll see in the mirror.
Changes. For the better this time. I finally got to the gym by my place the other day. After much testing and listening to the hard-sell for personal training that I didn't need, I found out that I have the health of a 49 year old man. Needless to say, smoking is done. So's fast food. They tried using my surprise to sell me all kinds of shit that I didn't need. Instead I settled on a membership and my own intuition on working out. I don't mind it so much. I go in around 1 or 2 in the morning, work myself ragged, then shower and pass out. I did that for about five nights in a row before I remembered that if you don't get the right amount of sleep, you won't metabolize your fat properly and your muscles won't repair themselves as quickly, etc. Tired, muscle-pain zombie period over now that I know how to balance it all out, I'm doing much better.
Having a heart-rate close to 170 while on the bike and feeling my pulse in my eyeballs after squats showed me what kind of shape I was really in. At least now I don't get winded going up stairs. It's a process, but I'm finally started on it. The lesson is, don't become a fat fuck. Get a membership at a gym. Learn a way to kill people with your bare hands. They'll fuck with you less and you'll know that you can hurt them in ways that will make it impossible for them to wipe their own asses for months.
Having a heart-rate close to 170 while on the bike and feeling my pulse in my eyeballs after squats showed me what kind of shape I was really in. At least now I don't get winded going up stairs. It's a process, but I'm finally started on it. The lesson is, don't become a fat fuck. Get a membership at a gym. Learn a way to kill people with your bare hands. They'll fuck with you less and you'll know that you can hurt them in ways that will make it impossible for them to wipe their own asses for months.