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The road back to physical fitness is going to be a rough one. But much needed. I'm fucking fat and unhappy about that, so its time to do something about it. I've been a bit more careful about eating since New Year's (although I wouldn't quite say that I've been "dieting") and have lost about five pounds with minimal effort. Tomorrow morning, I hit the gym for the first time in ages.

To prepare, I just did twenty-five minutes of stretching in my room, followed by some crunches. Wow. I'm a lot more cracky and creeky since the last time I regularly stretched, back at 22. And I'm sure I made enough odd noises to make my housemates think I was masturbating loudly and intensely. I wish.

Also in preparation? I bought myself a new pair of sneakers (or as Duncan repeatedly called them on IM tonight, "kicks" -- ugh). New Balance. $90. Size 13 Wide. For those fetishy types in the audiences -- *ahem* Corey -- there's a picture of the new "kicks" below. Look, Ma! No ankles! (Damn you, Ma, and your genetics...)

So I also picked up a sweatband. Yes, as you can see above, I actually bought a sweatband, for my huge head, and I'm actually intending to wear it tomorrow morning. My hair is just too damn shaggy and I sweat too damn much not to wear one. That thing is going to stink by the end of the week...

And lastly, I've updated my iPod shuffle just for the gym. And in doing so, I realized that I have shit for work-out tunes. I had to overload with Britney Spears because that's the best I had. 16,000+ songs and no inspiration. Somebody needs to make me an iMix...

Enough self-deprecation, it's time for bed. 6AM is going to be here very soon...