One last thing...

Living with a roommate sucks... If said roommate was a chick and there would be a possibility she'd go to town with me, then maybe. Then again, that's a whole other can of worms. Living alone rocks.

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I got a damn pot belly! Bloody hell, I can remember a while ago wanting to be bigger, to have more volume to my shape. I got that covered now, mission accomplished. Now, guess what? I have over done it. In my close to 8 months of lazyness I think (because I've no scale...) I've gained about 20 pounds of pure shit in me. I have lost muscle, or it has mysteriously transformed into a jelly-like substance that seems to be in it's place.

So what now? Back to training. Pure and simple... I have to go through a lot of pain, like I did when I started doing excercise a few years ago. In fact, I started it the past weekend. Saturday was a tour in the gym (Horizon, I've not been there in over a year) and on Sunday it was a day trip to Val David (pics are up on the site) (no, not this site). During the approach walk, we got lost and ended up hiking for a good 2 hours or so. That heat, the pack and the trail killed me so much I dehydrated, but like a dumbass, I didn't notice or ignored it. When climbing my first route, I felt like it was the hardest route I had ever done! It was only a 5.9 on top rope. I was lowered down and it hit me like a ton of bricks. A lightheaded feeling, extremely weak and nasua: dehydrated. I drank my 1.5 litre nalgene throughout the afternoon and I didn't dare try to climb another route for fear that I would puke my brains out. I was pretty tired when I got home.

Yesterday, I did some weights working opposing muscles plus a few rounds on the hangboard doing pull-ups. After that I went for an evening jog. I've not counted how many blocks but it was a descent distance for a fat ass like myself right now, a shameful distance when I used to train. Tonight, I plan to do the same or at least a variation but definetly going to go for a run. I have to get back into my normal self... Because of how I want to feel, because I want to be healthy and because my goddamn clothes don't fit anymore.

One step at the time.

Spam rhetoric: A rant of sorts

What is the use of going to a useless blog and hit up a comment trying to peddle whatever it is that you peddle? How effective is this type of marketing?

I realize that companies must send out mass mailings and do a lot of shady things to get noticed, that is the name of the marketing game after all. However, to make posts on a blog or sending emails to a list urging us to go to you for the cheapest meds, how much ROI are you getting back? The minimum cost of producing this would be a few hours of a programmer's time to set up a spider to place these posts. I do wonder sometimes if the increased business as a direct result of that little post is viable.

I've not come up with a single spam message that would make me want to buy their product. It's a question of ethics; If I would want to buy Cialis or Viagra, what makes the average spam dude thing that I will want to buy it when you spell it Ci@lis or V1@g@ in order to sneak by the spam filters of people's email reader of choice?

Man, the internet is a wonderful thing, but sometimes some kind of standard is required, or a certain level of marutiry of cominication skills. Just a rant.