For those of you who do read this blog, my repetitive theme of being old and often out of shape is once again going to be exploited to, hopefully, humorous effect.
Let's just say that I've allowed myself to get somewhat out of shape.
I've been studying for a certification exam since September and took the test in November. To my never-ending chagrin I did not pass. To add insult to injury my work out schedule has been modest and my propensity to overeat and drink beer accelerated in inverse proportion.
The problem with the holidays is that everyone is cooking and baking delicious things. And due to our rural location the absence of families means that we tend to gather even more than usual; which means more eating and drinking. In our case it means that every weekend night is filled with super-high caloric intake which means that half the week I can barely sleep due to a racing heart and sweat pouring out of every pore for hours at a time.
My wife and I returned from the big city after my failed attempt heavier and my heart full of woe. The problem being that I can retake the test two more times in the next 365 days, but it means a considerable financial investment to travel and pay for the test. However, if I don't resume the study I'm going to forget everything fairly quick. With that weighing on me I'll be starting up in January with another three months in mind to see how things set.
Unfortunately, this means that I'll be missing out on beatings again.
So I looked at myself in the mirror and said that I'm going on a diet and going to work for two weeks straight and see how that goes.
My first night back to beatings last should be filled with excitement, but I was gasping so hard Teacher had to walk up to me take it easy. I want you to know I was in the kids class as well. Clearly I let myself go way more than I had anticipated.
So it was a handful of Ibuprofen and a cold shower to reduce swelling before bed. Hopefully, Thursday will go a bit better.