Another Day...

  Well today is another day, but it's still SSDD, if your not sure what that means then watch the film dreamcatcher. So what has these last couple of days brought. Well very little. I joined the local gym, I've got many years of neglect around my stomach, well if any of you can remember the old tv ad that said that if you can pinch more than an inch you should change your diet, well it's must be three quaters of an inch, something that only got to that stage because I got lazy. That should keep me going, if nothing else it will be a change of scenery from the moving pictues that we all so love that come from the little, or big if size matters, tv. With any luck I won't be like most who go for the first couple of months and then give up. Many years ago, while I was at school, I went to the gym every day. This was easy to do as the school had a gym. Now after my first proper workout after having the "induction", a good idea if like me you haven't ben inside a gym for a few years, my arms feel as though they are made out of lead. Ok not lead, if that was the case I would have taken them down the local scrap yard and sold them for a good profit, more like steel. I give up, if they were made of steel I would be superman, but some other scrap metal that nobody wants. This is supposed to be good for you! Yes I know it's my fault, I joined the gym and I know what to expect. Maybe the next time I go it won't be so bad, hold that thought, that might be  in a couple of days time, if I feel brave I might go tomorrow, yeah and hell might freeze over...

   Getting out the last couple of days, yesterday was the induction, was a lot better than being sat at home all day. More painful yes, but better. Then there's the added benefit of being able to use the swimming pool. A great idea you might think, but couldn't they heat it up a bit more... They tell you that you should shower before you get in the pool, yes a nice warm shower, then you get in the pool and freeze. I know due to many reasons, some linked to cost, that they won't heat the pool up so that it's warm and you can relax and swim in a giant bath, but why can't I call them in the morning and tell them that in the late afternoon I'm coming for a swim. Aren't I special enough? Or there's the other one, I'm disabled the warmth would do me good. Ok that might be pushing it a bit far, I don't expect special treatment because I'm disabled, but the warmth would do my legs good. The babies / infants pool is probably a great deal warmer than the main pool, but they won't let me in that one. I doubt it would make much difference if a put a nappy on and put a dummy in my mouth.

  The weekend was a let down, just the usual shopping. Walking up and down Tesco's, putting the everyday things in the trolley. Then I came across the section full of sports equipmet, and training supplements. There's a good idea, with these and some hard work I can get back into shape and put some serious muscle on. The one thing that I forgot was than they taste like s**t, or maybe it's just the one that I picked up. They recomend that during the first week that you put two scoops into 500 ml of water and drink it once a day. I don't know about drink, maybe a could just drip feed it myself while I sleep, I wouldn't have to taste it then. Great, not milk as drinking that amount is bad for the skin. Then add in extra scoops, one at a time each week, until your putting on 1-2 lb a week. Yeah, and my name is king cerealkilla, who can afford to buy that on a weekly basis. I think I'll be keeping it to the initial dose thank you very much. I don't want to put that amount of weight on each week. What am I saying, my middle name is lazy (King cereal-lazy-killa, doesn't have the same ring if you ask me), but if I could put that amount of muscle on each week I would (Note to anyone who works for a company that produces such supplements, I will take your product on a regular basis if you freely send them to me, however, I'll decline the offer if they are a steroid as one day I would like to have children). Being a typical man I do want to put on enought muscle so that when I walk (lol) down the street I'm noticed for my body rather than my walking stick, that doesn't mean to say that I want to be huge. It always make me laugh when you see some men, and women, that have huge bodies and have this need to wear lycra. Come on, just because I've got a big tummy, doesn't mean to say that I have a need to show it off, so why do they? The great thing is that I already wear big baggy clothes, it's a music thing I know, so when I do put on some muscle and loose some weight, then I don't have to go out and but a whole new wardrobe. How many people can say that? I know that going out and buying a whole new set of clothes is great fun, yes I'm a man that can shop just as much as a women, legs pending, but at least with the money saved I can buy more drugs to build more muscle, lol.

  Yes thats enough about me and my mini Arnie ideas, although being a member of parliment would allow me to pass some interesting laws. How about the one that everyone with a broken heart can have this fixed free of charge, on the NHS (a broken heart needs treatment just as much as someone with a broken arm, well maybe more depending on how they feel at the moment). This should be done by giving that person, the famous person that they have a crush on (mmm, Christina Milian). This would mean that when you get a broken heart you would only need to have one lot of treatment, carried out by your GP. As the person who came up with the idea I've got first dibs on Christina. The only draw back would be that for those who share the same crush on the same famous person, this would be solved by cloning. However as the introducer of the said law Christina would not be cloned.... Cloning would be the second law introduced, however this would only be carried out for cloning famous people and cloning human organs for those with a clinical need, (I know many have their own ideas about cloning, as this is hypothetical I'm running with it, sorry for those who don't follow my train of thought - this is only a joke). Mmmm Christina Milian. Oops I've lost my train of thought.  Well I'll try to pick it up again another time. Stay tuned, same bat channel.