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Post by The Curmudgeon on May 5, 2010 23:03:46 GMT 2
Like death and taxes, I guess this sort of thing is inevitable, and it catches up with us all in the end. Time was, you see, when I could eat what I wanted, drink what I wanted, and still have people asking where I put it all. No longer. Whilst I'm nowhere near "fat", I could definitely do with losing a few pounds. That much was certain when, not only could I not fit into a shirt on holiday, but a "friend", who hadn't seen me in about 6 months, said to me in Gran Canaria, "wow, you've put weight on, haven't you?" Dick. Why are guys such easy targets when it comes to appearance? Girls can say anything they like about a guys weight or his hair or whatever, but you're pretty much wiping your ass on the flag if you do the same back. That's "equality" for you. So, yes. Time to go on a bit of a diet. Nothing major, cos I don't need it (no sugar coating there, I really don't). But I could do with being the slim and trim Curmudgeon of old. So junk food is out. Coke is out. Fresh fruit, flavoured water and even SWIMMING are in. What can I say? Wolfman inspired me. How very, very depressing this all is. See? I don't look THAT bad.
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Post by Ben on May 6, 2010 0:39:55 GMT 2
It'll be 30 years before I'm in your position. I get 2.5-3 hours of exercise a day and eat everything I can get my hands on, high school athlete that I am. Heh heh heh.
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Post by The Curmudgeon on May 6, 2010 1:33:39 GMT 2
30 years??? How old do you think I am?? You do know that's not REALLY me in that picture, right?
Still, 3 hours exercise a day? Good for you, Ben. There's no way I've got the self-motivation or dedication for that. What's your sport?
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Post by trashcanman on May 6, 2010 21:05:05 GMT 2
What a jock! Man, my metabolism used to be awesome. Dissolved and eliminated whatever I ate and never gained a pound. Exercise was optional. Now I've got a beer gut having never even drank a beer. Chicks dig the ghetto booty, though. Worse of all, my damn body's falling apart. Too much wear and tear from too many years of nonstop physical labor. Enjoy your youth, Ben. Those invincible Wolverine years are good times, but eventually you will probably feel like shit daily for the abuse you put yourself through over the next decade or so. Pace yourself!
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Post by Ben on May 7, 2010 4:54:17 GMT 2
Haha, I did not mean to insinuate your age as being over... 50, Curmudgeon. If I were to actually guess I'd say you're right around a decade and a half older than me.
My sport used to be football, but they want you to work at it year round now, and even worse, sell shit to people who don't want any so we can hire more coaches. No thanks. I play ultimate frisbee now. It's way more fun, and it gets me in better shape.
I think you just described me, Trashcanman. I've been stuck at the same weight for all of high school, despite growing two more inches since my freshman year and starting lifting. I still don't quite understand it, but I'll take it.
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