though it has been nearly three years, i have in fact decided it is high time i return to the world of blogging.
still fat.
yes. germany, though incredible, provided me with every opportunity to maintain a robust and rotund figure as easily as america. i am not, nor have i ever been a tremendous lover of chocolate. except for the first month in Germany. i tell you the stuff is uncannily deligtful! in no way is it like american chocolate. the divinity that imbibes those humble squares of milka and the regal wedges of Ritter-Sport seem to lift one to a new level of human experience. naturally i exaggerate as a means of excusing my gluttony. regardless, the stuff was uncommon good and indeed i consumed a great deal more than my fair share.
speaking of such things, the bread in the father land was....well in the words of the great CS Lewis, i won't tell you how cheap and good they were because it would only make your mouth water in vain. yes. that delectable. naturally i ate all i could lay my pudgy american hands upon. needless to say, fitness was low on my priority list and traveling europe with the most exclusicvly epicurean of philopsophies, i sampled and indeed indulged in more eating than any decent person should have ever considered.
all that being said, i did not gain any weight in Germany, mostly due to the fact that i walked all over the place, but also, i believe due to the fact that nothing was processed over there. (because i certainly ate the fair share of two or three persons) So the copious hiking and healthy eating that i supposed would turn me into this naturally ripped hiker, never actually happened.
then i came home. coming from a life where i was constantly surrounded by people, having Europe at my doorstep to explore, to a life of few companions in the very small town of Lexington North Carolina, i soon found myself remarkably bored. i looked frantically for a job, applying literally anywhere i could. In the end, only one place called back and i landed the job. i was a cashier at a startup italian restaurant. it was far worse than it sounds.
the bosses were egyptian and had the good nature of menstrual badgers. they treated their employees with the utmost objectivity, regarding them as disposable tools. i think that hating people is wrong so i got a s close as i could get to hatred without actually hating them.
the stress of this job was outrageous. not because being a cashier is a terribly difficult job requiring a great deal of skill, but because my employers were simply atrocious. i began to bring my lunch to work since i was only allowed a small discount on food. still, having a six hour shift with little or no food was trying and i found i would get home in the evenings ravenously hungry and of course, i would overindulge to compensate.
of course the summer went swimmingly. (false) but with regular running i did manage to keep my weight from escalating too terribly. then came college.
i always knew, because i am so infinitely wise, that i would not be the college student who stays up far too late, wakes up at the last possible second, runs to breakfast, runs to class and gains their freshmen (or in my case sophomore) weight. alas, that was precisely the young lad i became. having a job both semesters and a pretty full course load left me with little time to exercise and the time i had to exercise, i most assuredly slept.
needless to say, i gained weight very quickly. rapidly in fact. by the time summer came around, i tried on my old baggy shorts and they now fit quite snugly really. as a matter of fact i find they inflict a sort of punishing pain as a means of chiding me for my gluttony and sloth. so here i go again trying to lose weight. i estimate my needing to lose roughly sixty to seventy pounds. if i need to lose more well i will cross that bridge whenever i may venture to cross it.
still fat.
yes. germany, though incredible, provided me with every opportunity to maintain a robust and rotund figure as easily as america. i am not, nor have i ever been a tremendous lover of chocolate. except for the first month in Germany. i tell you the stuff is uncannily deligtful! in no way is it like american chocolate. the divinity that imbibes those humble squares of milka and the regal wedges of Ritter-Sport seem to lift one to a new level of human experience. naturally i exaggerate as a means of excusing my gluttony. regardless, the stuff was uncommon good and indeed i consumed a great deal more than my fair share.
speaking of such things, the bread in the father land was....well in the words of the great CS Lewis, i won't tell you how cheap and good they were because it would only make your mouth water in vain. yes. that delectable. naturally i ate all i could lay my pudgy american hands upon. needless to say, fitness was low on my priority list and traveling europe with the most exclusicvly epicurean of philopsophies, i sampled and indeed indulged in more eating than any decent person should have ever considered.
all that being said, i did not gain any weight in Germany, mostly due to the fact that i walked all over the place, but also, i believe due to the fact that nothing was processed over there. (because i certainly ate the fair share of two or three persons) So the copious hiking and healthy eating that i supposed would turn me into this naturally ripped hiker, never actually happened.
then i came home. coming from a life where i was constantly surrounded by people, having Europe at my doorstep to explore, to a life of few companions in the very small town of Lexington North Carolina, i soon found myself remarkably bored. i looked frantically for a job, applying literally anywhere i could. In the end, only one place called back and i landed the job. i was a cashier at a startup italian restaurant. it was far worse than it sounds.
the bosses were egyptian and had the good nature of menstrual badgers. they treated their employees with the utmost objectivity, regarding them as disposable tools. i think that hating people is wrong so i got a s close as i could get to hatred without actually hating them.
the stress of this job was outrageous. not because being a cashier is a terribly difficult job requiring a great deal of skill, but because my employers were simply atrocious. i began to bring my lunch to work since i was only allowed a small discount on food. still, having a six hour shift with little or no food was trying and i found i would get home in the evenings ravenously hungry and of course, i would overindulge to compensate.
of course the summer went swimmingly. (false) but with regular running i did manage to keep my weight from escalating too terribly. then came college.
i always knew, because i am so infinitely wise, that i would not be the college student who stays up far too late, wakes up at the last possible second, runs to breakfast, runs to class and gains their freshmen (or in my case sophomore) weight. alas, that was precisely the young lad i became. having a job both semesters and a pretty full course load left me with little time to exercise and the time i had to exercise, i most assuredly slept.
needless to say, i gained weight very quickly. rapidly in fact. by the time summer came around, i tried on my old baggy shorts and they now fit quite snugly really. as a matter of fact i find they inflict a sort of punishing pain as a means of chiding me for my gluttony and sloth. so here i go again trying to lose weight. i estimate my needing to lose roughly sixty to seventy pounds. if i need to lose more well i will cross that bridge whenever i may venture to cross it.
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