Fillet of Soul

Damn, boy. I know it sounds like some kind of Oprah "Livin' Well & Feelin' Right" segment, but I took to riding my bike around town for the first time in a while, and I feel like a million pesos. Actually, since I live about 8 miles from campus and I have to be where I'm going at 6 in the morning, I'm driving my bike to work, then riding around campus and wherever else I have to go. It's how I got svelt in China (I can't remember how I got svelt in Taiwan -- probably something about walking everywhere, which really doesn't work when you're out in the suburbs/sticks as I am). Actually, the only time I can remember being in really knock-out shape in the States was when I graduated from college and went through a concurrent traumatic romantic experience, and I got so pissed off I worked out to the point where I woke up one morning and my muscles didn't work. So now, I'm thinking back to my overseas regimen.

And now I weigh 171 stark naked. I'm waiting for Janine to start sleeping around so I can get down to 150.