There’s been a setback. James has more or less joined me on my quest for physical perfection. And all was going well yesterday. We had a healthy breakfast, good workout, healthy dinner. And then: disaster! We started watching America’s Next Top Model (my eyes were hurting from reading War and Peace) and we got a bit… hungry. Maybe it was watching all those half-starved girls bitch at one another. So we drove down to the local cinema and I stood in line for about half an hour (it’s a good thing we weren’t there to see a movie or I’d have been pissed) and bought a large, butter-drenched bucket of popcorn, which we took home and watched in front of Total Recall and a UFC fight (you know, because I was so exhausted from reading War and Peace).
Like I said before, this new fitness program isn’t a diet or anything. But even if we worked out 5 hours per day, I don’t think there’s any getting around the fact that movie popcorn is like liposuction in reverse. We might as well be injecting fat. So now all our incredible muscles (I suppose I should just speak for myself) are covered in a layer of movie popcorn fat.
Here’s a thought: what if I gain weight from muscle AND from fat? Has anyone considered this possibility? I am never going to look like Linda Hamilton in the Terminator at this rate. And no, I’m not a big fan of California’s new governor’s work. It’s just that when one is thinking about muscles, he comes to mind.
Oh well, today is a brand new day. Today I’m going to follow my new fitness program.