Sunday, August 28, 2011

Paradigm shift

Since the last time I posted, I have been true to my word and have been shedding a few skins, but now it seems the plot thickens. Thick is bad, so I've decided to step it up a notch. Grabbing the fat cow by the horns, 'twas time for the "Couch to 5 k" program, regimen, regime.

This evening was my first day, and I must say, it has prompted a desire in my lungs and in my heart which they haven't felt in a long time, namely, to escape my body and run away forever, or rather, climb off and leave my demented muscles to their self-flagellating activities. In other words, I know how a knight must have felt for running in full plate armor, for that is exactly the excess weight I am carrying. I am a knight, clad in useless, fluffy, unsightly armor. And I shall not renounce this regimen until I learn to take it off once and for all.

The eventually Thin Paper Harlequin

Saturday, August 13, 2011


Much like the wooden Pinnochio, the Thin Paper Harlequin decided to turn himself from paper to flesh and blood, "thin" still being the operative word. So, my friends, squeeze your bony, scrawny knuckles in my direction and wish me thin luck.

The plan is as follows: scarsdale diet for as long as M. allows it. Also, I shall be treading mills, softly, for they'll take me to my dreams. Three times a week. After I plateau, swimming.

More, later.