Weight: 86.5kg.
And so it begins. Gone are the days of easy losses and rapid success, and now we welcome the new guard; pain, frustration, and extended periods of time spent in rooms full of excercise equipment and muscular Indians.
Taking the night off the gym tonight, mainly because (as any of you who happen to be my friend on Facebook will have seen) I. Am. F*cked. Definately going to have to start implimenting a rest day every Wednesday, I just don't think my adonis frame is ready for 4-5 straight days of intense exercise yet.
You know who has exercise down? That dog who runs in it's sleep. Other than the running face first into the wall part, that fluffy bastard has it down. He's burning calories without even trying! Without even trying to try! Infact, he's probably dreaming about being Sonic the Hedgehog or chasing cars or sniffing butts, lying there in perfect bliss, all the while morphing into a dog faced kcikboxing adonis.
Lucky dog. F*ck you, and your sleep exercise. Teach me your ways.
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