An important update from Professor Pennysworth
Wow its been a long time. Sorry for the long hiatus, I'll try to write more often. I say that about my working novel also, btw. Life has a way of flying past when you have a lot to do, and these past (nearly) two years since starting this job have been the fastest of my life. I shelved my writing projects so that I could focus on the new job, ass in the fact that my two kids are in a dozen extracurricular activities each, and those shelved projects got pushed to the back, gathering dust.
This is an attempt to knock off some of the dust. I am trying to do a soft reboot of several aspects of my life in fact. For those of you that don't know me well, I am a large man. I love cooking and food, and all my hobbies are sedentary. I have been gradually putting on weight for the last decade and I have now reached the point where I am uncomfortable most of the time.
For months and months I have been searching for a way to lose some of the weight. Everyone recommends diet and exercise, but I of course have been replying, "Well yeah, but I mean other than that."
Turns out the one and only way to lose weight is to have a caloric deficit. So with much grousing, I have taken some serious efforts to eat less and work out more. And that dear reader is what led to me just yesterday going out for a jog for the first time in probably 20 years.
Ouch.
I knew it wouldn't be much, I hadn't expected to dash out the door and run half a marathon. I barely managed half a mile. Back in school, I always did the distance events. While my schoolmates were trying to best each other in the 100 meter dash, I was trying to get my mile under 7 minutes. Later on I joined the soccer team, and there is more than a little running involved in that sport. I have never enjoyed running just to run, it was just something I had the build for. I may have multiple chins, man boobs, and an overflowing muffin top now, but once upon a time I was built like a stick figure.
Stick figures make running look easy, there isn't a whole lot of mass to get moving, and not much stress on the suspension either. But getting up to a jog when you're just shy of 300 pounds is a different story. Every step felt like I was getting hit in the knees with a sledge hammer. I did make half a mile, but it nearly resulted in my passing out. I was also seriously concerned with the possibility of having a heart attack. As I've already pointed out, I'm not as young as I once was.
The cure to all this, of course is to keep doing it. but that though always brings me back to my 'yeah, I meant besides that' attitude. It's tough. My favorite things are still eating and playing video games, Im hungry all the time, and my body feels like I got hit by a truck from the waist down.
The last thing anyone wants is to hear another person bitching, so I digress. I just wanted to drop a quick update and assure you that I am working, however slowly, on producing the much anticipated sequel that you all deserve. Wish me luck on the restructuring of priorities that my free time greatly requires.
Happy Sailing.
