Averland

the resolution was already in place:  trim the bulk, fine tune the form, chisel the physique.  oh, and if possible, eliminate the inevitable audible crack and grunt when i kneel.  i imagined this could all be achieved through diet and calisthenics, but television commercials are reminding me that resistance through machinery is what i can’t resist.  while trying to escape within the boob tube’s mindless fare, i’m vaulted back to reality with ads for the bowflex and weight watchers, inundated with images of chipper spandex-clad hardbodies hawking pricey necessities for fitness.  as soon as i determine which route to pursue, i will have a work-out schedule and dietary plan.  in the meantime, i will continue my daily exercise of cyber surfing, until i can no longer reach the keyboard under my gut.