message from the watchtower

these are not good times for the body, which is quite bloated and rising and falling in weight enough to die at any moment, given my penchant for morbid humor and shocking revelations that almost always hold at least grain of truth... as i've mentioned repeatedly as if it would take the place of it, seriously vigorous exercise used to be how i managed the binges that are how i quell frustrations with catch-22s and other anomalies humans seem to love to create and fester in, or wallow, and since laziness and apathy have slowed the overall weight maintenance project that is required for every foodie who wants to continue enjoying food into older ages, i must find another way (what, me not eat?) or motivation to get back to daily vigorous exercise... drum drum drum, beat that drum... oh, and the message, why change or die of course...

if we had room for an exercise machine in this place i'd have one, but... it would clutter the living room and the recliner would have to go... alas, maybe on the porch... with a big fan... if i had the spare cash... so many obstacles and the space and cash is real, but the procrastination and laziness is definitely my choice...

yes, there must be some way out of here...

said no one...

narf :}