Rainy day soreness.

Hey gang! Happy Friday! Or as I like to call it, the start of the weekend!

Sore as Shit
As some of you may have noticed, I have put on a few pounds during the winter doldrums. Well, first off, thanks for being so shallow you judging dick pirates! Sorry about that. Still friends?

Anyway, to fight off what I like to call "the hunger", I joined my local Y. I have been really good about going every day since Tuesday. But my chubby isn't going down without a fight. My body is so pissed at me. I know I'm doing the right thing. But my body keeps pleading with me:

"Remember when we ate handfuls of Rolos and sat on the couch for hours watching wrestling and playing video games? Those were good times. I miss our times like that together. Can't we try it again?"

No chubby Bobby! Not this time! I don't care how sore I get, or how much work it is. I'm tired of sweating just from tying my shoes. Sure I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning feeling achy. But I won't feel like such a lazy piece of shit and that is a great trade off! Boom shakalaka!!!

Gotta run! It's time for some dinner.

P.S> There is a tie for the favorite watering hole. I've narrowed it down to the top 3 vote-getters. Let's decide this once and for all, shall we?

Tune in for the next installment. Same Bob-time, same Bob-channel!