Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Fitter, Stronger, Happier, More Productive

The title of this post is a reference to the Stephen Hawking-a-like sloganeering from Radiohead's landmark third album and it sums up how I am feeling today. 
All full of sushi and green tea, I then jumped on the cross-trainer for half an hour as I watched the reptilian politicians lurking around Parliament being stalked by Jon Snow's garish tie.
Then I did my first core training session, of which i am to start cramming three in a week.
Has anyone got any spare days I can have?
Still, when the fat does decide to leave my stomach (another day without chocolate by the way) I will have a six pack, the likes of which haven't been seen since Bruce Lee brought the farm.
Fitter, happier, more productive, 
not drinking too much, 
regular exercise at the gym 
(3 days a week), 
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries , 
at ease, 
eating well 
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), 
a patient better driver, 
a safer car 
(baby smiling in back seat), 
sleeping well 
(no bad dreams), 
no paranoia, 
careful to all animals 
(never washing spiders down the plughole), 
keep in contact with old friends 
(enjoy a drink now and then), 
will frequently check credit at 
(moral) bank (hole in the wall), 
favors for favors, 
fond but not in love, 
charity standing orders, 
on Sundays ring road supermarket 
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants), 
car wash 
(also on Sundays), 
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows 
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate, 
nothing so childish - at a better pace, 
slower and more calculated, 
no chance of escape, 
now self-employed, 
concerned (but powerless), 
an empowered and informed member of society 
(pragmatism not idealism), 
will not cry in public, 
less chance of illness, 
tires that grip in the wet 
(shot of baby strapped in back seat), 
a good memory, 
still cries at a good film, 
still kisses with saliva, 
no longer empty and frantic 
like a cat 
tied to a stick, 
that's driven into 
frozen winter shit 
(the ability to laugh at weakness), 
healthier and more productive 
a pig 
in a cage 
on antibiotics. 

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