So recently I had a "come to Jesus" moment, as my southern friends would say about my general health. This led me to actually listen to a doctor, which will no doubt lead to my death. I have begun a plan of action that involves dieting until I can get down by twenty- thirty pounds, and living a much cleaner life than I have in the past.
Downside is that I crave bread ALL THE TIME.
MY GODS, IT IS A THING OF BEAUTY
I plan on attempting the "exercise" thing in a couple weeks, so long as my diet is steady and I have stayed away from cigarettes.I expect to injure myself repeatedly, until my bruised ass finally grows a callus and i can do a mile without dying.
Yes, I am aware that the doctor did not spell exercise correctly. Try to live through the pain of that.
Anyway, I am back in the saddle again with another amazing installment of A Robotic Love. Peace out.