Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I have regained about nine pounds. So, my weight has ricocheted back to normal with a bit of an overshoot. Very strange, indeed. In any case, I must monitor the fluctuations in order to prevent any trend that could lead to my transformation into a "300-pounder." I might also add that I have not incorporated an abdominal regimen into my workout yet. At my age, having "washboard abs" is probably wishful thinking anyway.
My leg workout at the gym seems to be achieving the desired effect of increased firmness and muscle tone. Thus, I have reversed the affects of geriatric atrophy, thank Molech. My daily workouts now comprise a longer duration of time. On the positive side, I have been able to curb some of the stress resulting from "bullshit" and increase my quality of sleep as well.
Some people may say that, after spending all that time and money ($36 per month membership dues) on the gym, the end result may have only bought me a couple more "good" years. And, no matter how much I try to tell myself otherwise, the fact remains that working out is neither painless or fun. Working out is work. I will "soldier on" regardless. Some people may also say that I am obstinately working out at the gym while secretly waiting for a certain fitness and training hottie to come around. Sadly, baby is not coming around anytime soon. Should I terminate my gym membership? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Each passing day is bringing me closer to the edge of sanity. I don't want to deal with "bullshit" any longer. Yet, as I mentioned in a previous "blog" posting, I am trapped. Real freedom is no longer attainable without vast amounts of wealth. Being caught within the ranks of the rank-and-file peons has become intolerable because the latter group has metastasized itself into a band of rabid animals. Close confinement, increasing poverty, and decreasing opportunities have turned the common society of empire into a literal prison. The only escape (term used loosely) is viewing nonsensical content on the small rectangular screen of the ubiquitous "smartphone," the equivalent of peering out of the tiny barred portal of a prison cell. How long can the peons fool themselves into believing that they are still free?
Overpopulation. Overcrowding. Close proximity. The same problems keep repeating themselves. We are squeezed in so tight that the scenario is beyond that of a prison. We're cramped into a slaughterhouse. And, about 70 percent of the corralled population is taking antidepressant medication, making them literal ticking time bombs. No animal wants to be caged and slaughtered. Yet, here we are today.
I also go to the gym nearly every day, to do both cardio and muscle training. In recent years, I've been doing most of my muscle training using "bodyweight" techniques rather than weights or machines: pullups, pushups, two- and one-legged squats without weights, and (lately) suspension training using straps.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I would call bodyweight training "fun," but it is mildly more stimulating intellectually than weights or machines. And it seems to be easier on my (also aging) joints. Can't say that it impresses the gym hotties, though.
For reference, I am fifty-seven years old; I started working out when I was fifty-one.