When I stepped out of the shower just now, I noticed that four months of daily exercise and weight lifting has resulted in a much more toned body and some serious muscle definition. I was first drawn to the fact because I noticed that I've lost completely the flab around my pecs that looked like borderline male boobs. Now my nipples lie flush against the skin, which is quite a blessing. Taking my shirt off in public was frequently an exercise in extreme self-consciousness and discomfort, and now I have to say I'm not worried at all about what others might say or think.
In two weeks, I'm headed to the beach with Elisabeth and quite conveniently have managed to get myself into a presentable state, though that wasn't the intent of this consistent flurry of exercise. The irony is that I could probably get away with wearing a speedo, too. Not that I will. When I was sixteen I was in much better shape than this because I was forced to practice and run at least a mile every day, but I don't have any desire ever again to get myself into that kind of condition. Even though I make a point to do forty five minutes on the elliptical machine ever day, I am simply not built to be a runner.
In two weeks, I'm headed to the beach with Elisabeth and quite conveniently have managed to get myself into a presentable state, though that wasn't the intent of this consistent flurry of exercise. The irony is that I could probably get away with wearing a speedo, too. Not that I will. When I was sixteen I was in much better shape than this because I was forced to practice and run at least a mile every day, but I don't have any desire ever again to get myself into that kind of condition. Even though I make a point to do forty five minutes on the elliptical machine ever day, I am simply not built to be a runner.