exercise cold turkey for a month results in woeful consequences, a little wistful, a whole lot excited at my date later at the track. withdrawal symptoms would include looking enviously at joggers in brisbane in their endorphin high; picturing how you'd pick up the pace when U2's vertigo comes on the radio and other speeding-friendly radio ditties; doleful looks at your own bits of jiggling blubber; smelling chlorine and thinking about warm laps in a near empty pool and shiny shoulders as a pleasant aftermath. so hence now that i am back on warmer soil i have to be disciplined and rephrase this chapter with lots of happy perspiration and be careful not to let The Bed and The Kitchen stand in the way of the path of everlasting fleshly reduction.

having the trumpter by my side every hour for twenty eight days. this is another cold turkey then. heya i love you.