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08.06.2004 Tuesday morning @ 12:20 a.m. *Regime?* I need an exercise plan. Looking down on my own self every day in the shower is a revelation as to the mini-paunch that is slowly (and surely) developing itself into the huge flab monster that I once had. (Oh, let me be a little vain already.) Regardless of a colleague's comment this morning that I resemble a "bamboo", which doesn't necessarily mean I'm not flattered (I am), I feel that I have to shape up or ship out. Like a friend once remarked, the more pressing matter at hand is to "get fit, not lose weight". I agree, yes. To a certain extent as well. Don't want to be all muscle-happy like Mr Arnie or Lita. Wish me luck. (I shall not procrastinate.)
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