Walruses

This blog is a nearly perfect a stereotype for bipolar writing. I log in to this; write a lengthy array of all-too intently researched blog entries; and then disappear for days, without leaving anything more intelligible than an apology for my prolonged absence. I'll try to update this daily (or nightly) from here on.

I'm going to renew my membership at the Y.M.C.A. tomorrow, which should at least give me the motivation to stop moping around the house. I was ninety-seven pounds when I last frequented the gym. I remember a time when I left one of my cycling classes, and a woman told me that I should "please come back" because I was "an inspiration (whilst I'm thinking Okay, nutty... see this stomach? Prominent. It inspires walruses, not aspiring athletes)." Of course, I'm fat now and have lost my bragging rights... but damn it, I'll get them back!

I'd like to add something more substantial to this entry, but it's well past my bedtime... so good night for now, loves. 

Weight: 114 113 112 111 110 109 108 107 106 105 104 103 102 101 100 99 98 97 96 95

Height: 5'4"
Points: V