Operation: Muscle Mass

One year ago I moved South. In those 12 weeks there is no doubt I have changed. Changed in the sense of perspective and values. And while the rest of the year was spent in economic hell, I took advantage of the time off and began to change my physical person.

I'll come right out and say it: I am a fitness freak.

I was always fond of running, and have intermittently weight lifted since I was 12 years old. Now I have myself in a satisfying fitness routine that keeps me in shape and toned.

I wouldn't sign myself up for a 10k marathon, or enter a fitness competition just yet, but I'm already noticing the differences in my muscular make up and increased tolerance in how much and how often I work out.

If I really want to increase muscle mass [and necessary weight gain], I'll need to compensate with my eating habits, meaning I'm looking at food like a nutritional label. A big juicy steak is one tasty slab of Potassium. Chocolate milk = Calcium with extra Calories.

I find this both annoying and disturbing because I don't want to end up obsessive. The results, however, are already paying off.

My stomach used to have an awkward bulge like a character straight out of Dr. Seuss.
...or at least one inspired.

But look! I have abs!!!