So I’m intending, eventually, to be somewhat less of a lazy, fat slob. I’m not one for the gym and my lifestyle doesn’t really lend itself to hardcore patterning like that anyway, but I’ve gotta do something, and I’ve started. I’ve been good about playing volleyball (if you’re reading this and I’ll be seeing you in Vegas, I expect that we’ll be playing at least a couple of times over the 6-day trip), and I’ve started the rudiments of a workout that I’ll do whenever I can get the chance.
There’s (kind of) a lot more ridiculous musing after the break. Also a much bigger picture of me trying to look cool.

I’m just starting to lose my tour weight and get back to LA-weight, as it were, and to start the month like this is disheartening, to say the least. At this rate, I’ll weigh 240 by month’s end and be like 27% body fat! I’ll be a medical curiosity, a freak of the weight-gain community! I’ll be famous!
I did.