October 26, 2006
Last week I decided to see just what kind of shape I'm in. I opted for the old standard, push-ups. I know I'm in lousy shape; I wasn't expecting more than 10 or 15.
I managed eight. And they weren't "proper" push-ups, either, as my back wasn't straight. Apparently my back muscles have atrophied a bit, too. Well, that was disappointing.
But that wasn't the end of it; I still had to work my way down to pathetic. That was Saturday. After I got back from the Acme I put on my suit...
... Well, sort of. It turns out that my suit doesn't fit any more. The trousers wouldn't fasten, and the coat wouldn't button. So I attended the wedding and reception wearing an open suit coat and jeans. Just puttin' the ass back into class, I was.
So I'm an utter weakling and my clothes don't fit me any more. I'm 60 pounds overweight with a body-mass index in the "super fat-ass" range. I'd be angry if this wasn't my own fault. As it is, it's just really fucking depressing.
