The new job is no longer so new- almost 4 months. The results? Learning the ropes, closing in on some deals (lord willing) and less stress. Much less stress. The negs: My ass is getting fatter from sitting on it all day, I haven't been to the gym in forever, and my vices are getting much much vicier.
Well, what's a poor middle class family provider to do? It's time to get straight. Time to hit the gym every day and have the term 4:20 only refer to the time of day. I must have put on 15 lbs in the last few months and I am not pleased. Nor am I pleased by the cough I am developing and the sore throat.
It's fun to have an addictive personality... it's even more fun when you can channel it into positive results. When I was on the dole, I was hitting the gym for two hours each day. I was running 4 miles and banging the weights big time. I had all the time in the world of course. That is, when I wasn't looking for a job (and as Saint Westerburg sez: "The hardest job is finding one").
It's time to get right again. Yecch.