Offensive Player

Slipped up with my plans last night. Didn't get a workout in AND I had myself a Quarter Pounder with cheese. No fries, just the burger, which promptly ended up on my shirt. Well, the mustard and ketchup did.

But - to see my niece kick in a goal was worth it. Cutie runs like she's dancing, smiles and giggles. Her pop, my brother, admitted he was more excited than she was. Still, it's something to be proud of. I've never done it. Of course, I never played soccer beyond a little bit in gym class - at some point.

Tonight. Tonight, I will venture off to my possible new gym. I was going to wait until after the world series but, really, there's no need for that. I can squeeze in workouts between games. I'm feeling really motivated right now so I think I need to get on it while I can.

I'm all about the cardio machines, my friends. All about them. Always have been. I haven't been doing my abs or my arm workout as of late because I keep remembering what one of my professors had said when I was training (for a short time) to be a personal trainer. You have to get rid of the fat sitting on top of the muscles before you tone them. Otherwise, you'll just have fat on top of muscle. Having toned muscles does help burn fat more efficiently but it doesn't burn fat off in the same way that simple cardiovascular exercise does. You gotta keep burning it to lose it.

Changing my meds the little bit that I have seems to be doing me a world of good. I'm thinking clearer than I can ever remember doing before. Cutting back my social schedule has taken some emotional getting used to but I'm enjoying that as well. REALLY enjoying it, to be honest. And smoking American Spirits instead of Parliament... well... I'm smoking alot less than I had before.

Just have to keep running the field and maybe I'll end up in the proverbial footsteps of my niece.