I need a walk.
me too, and a run - i've gone into lazy bitch mode, which means blobbiness is not far away. 
...am blobby - not sure how to see past ...
we should make a pact, dawg. 
I don't know what you mean.
a non-blobby, exercising pact. or something...
i'll get me coat... 
I rarely do coats when the weather is above the teens, Fahrenheit.
Yes, all these frosty mornings of late, I've gone out with nothing on, but my "uniform" for work. (I always keep a survival kit in the car, in case of problems, but I am not living a life that requires exposure to the elements other than momentary flashes)
I exercise to a healthy sweat about every other day on my bag. I skip a few days, but mostly I do it some every day. I NEED the stim.
I am not able to hit the heights above my head with the same force I could manage last year before my hip injury, but it does seem to be getting better. My upper body gets the best work out from this type of exercise though, because i do a triplet or better after I land and as much as I kick, it takes a considerable amount of energy to challenge my lower body and I'm still a bit tender-in-the-hip/scared-to-re-injure.
I DO need to over balance with the lower half, some, for a while, until I can re-build the stamina in that dodgy joint. Not sure how. A few squats have had no effect.
It has been a while since I ran more than a few blocks - about three years and I was fattish then, trying to lose, but having no luck.
I could use the C-V work though, for my lungs, which I have noticed are shrinking in the last couple of years.
I have cleaned up my fats and mostly eat well these days, but one fat-heavy meat-meal and I suffer blobbiness for a week or more. (lower metabolic rate and shit!) The problem is that all the regular stuff is hitting me harder than a month ago and SAD is becoming a proper bitch, lately.
I'm depressed, I'm lazy, I want more sleep, I want to get drunk, I only read a couple of books a week, I want to sleep two or three hours in a twelve our period, I want to be a fucking slug, parts of me wants to just give up and find a hole to crawl into, pull the dirt over me and call the worms for a smorgasbord of delights. I can't seem to get a handle on most of that shit and sling it away.
What does your pact entail?
