Oh, my this picture stinks! I’m still twelve pounds thinner, but my knees are looking fatter in this photo!! This is the problem with self-portraits–perspective when shooting.
Oh well. After taking a week to recover from the nuclear stomach virus that’s rounding Oakmont, I went back to the Chiseler. I have to say, the prison gym set-up suits me. Not that I’d like a lifetime membership to the real thing, but it’s impossible not to work until sick to your stomach…and what’s the measure of a workout other than being nauseated?
Anyway, NEXT week should mean the shedding of more pounds. If the Chiseler has anything to say about it, anyway.