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million dollar man
Dec. 31st, 2024 05:50 pmTo celebrate the last day of the year I did the unthinkable. I went downstairs to the gym.
I don’t understand why people feel the need to spend time at a gym. There is all that health nonsense but why can’t we just be fat and happy, living our lives? Our buildings gym has two leg machines. It goes without saying that the one I need is the one that’s currently broken. Because of course it is. Instead of doing the prescribed legwork I rolled over into a device that looked like the back of Tommy Lee's drum kit. 8 feet tall, cords and handles hanging off its frame. I grabbed a cord and connected it to weights. I did a five exercises each consisting of 10 reps. I am sure tomorrow I’m going to be feeling the effects of this sudden burst of activity. If I had hit the gym in January when I first left the hospital by now I would have Gatling gun biceps instead of these wretched underboob bitch tits. Of course that would’ve required effort and sacrifice....sometimes unfamiliar concepts to me.
The end of the year is upon us. I think between the hospital stays, 2 stints of rehab, gym membership and prescription drugs I have over $1 million in medical fees for 2024. Fingers crossed that next year my bills are only $36. Not likely, but it’s good to have hope, yeah?
Thank you for everything this year. I love you all. Let’s meet back here soon. See you in the TWOFIVE.
I don’t understand why people feel the need to spend time at a gym. There is all that health nonsense but why can’t we just be fat and happy, living our lives? Our buildings gym has two leg machines. It goes without saying that the one I need is the one that’s currently broken. Because of course it is. Instead of doing the prescribed legwork I rolled over into a device that looked like the back of Tommy Lee's drum kit. 8 feet tall, cords and handles hanging off its frame. I grabbed a cord and connected it to weights. I did a five exercises each consisting of 10 reps. I am sure tomorrow I’m going to be feeling the effects of this sudden burst of activity. If I had hit the gym in January when I first left the hospital by now I would have Gatling gun biceps instead of these wretched underboob bitch tits. Of course that would’ve required effort and sacrifice....sometimes unfamiliar concepts to me.
The end of the year is upon us. I think between the hospital stays, 2 stints of rehab, gym membership and prescription drugs I have over $1 million in medical fees for 2024. Fingers crossed that next year my bills are only $36. Not likely, but it’s good to have hope, yeah?
Thank you for everything this year. I love you all. Let’s meet back here soon. See you in the TWOFIVE.