Thursday, May 9, 2013

In the spirit of keeping our standards as low as possible, let me begin by saying I’m pleased there’s an actual website to which we may post tonight. Tuesday’s gaffe still stings, as you can tell, but I’m sure it’ll get better with time–and then scab right over and fester. It’s been another long day. Turns out my exercise regimen happens to coincide with my blogging schedule, at least for now, so be assured that every keystroke will be extra ponderous for the foreseeable future. Has all this physical activity been worth it, though? I’m not so sure, honestly.

The original plan seemed simple enough. I had it all worked out. My deskbound lifestyle had reached a kind of armistice with my food choices, with my weight in equilibrium. Nuke a bowl of oatmeal in the morning, eat horribly during lunch, and then cook pasta and veggies for dinner. Follow this trifecta, and I’d have an unspoken understanding with the bathroom scale. I thought that adding regular exercise to this equation would be a surefire way to drop some pounds, but this simply hasn’t been the case.

On some days, in fact, I’m even heavier. No idea why. I’d like to think I’m building muscle, but that’s unlikely. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not going to let these numbers deter me. I’m staying the course and sticking to my regimen, if only because I always feel great after a workout. Today’s match was a grueling two-hour affair that ended in triumph: 6-1, 6-1, and then a 1-5 deficit brought back from the brink to a 7-5 win. Service is better, though still not quite there yet. I used to be dismayed at my atheletic amnesia, where I seem to start at the ground floor, every time I get back into a sport. But maybe the pleasure is in the remembering.