Fitness. It's been a four year journey now and ticking. I can say there is no end to it. At fifty years of age i think it's been a hell of a ride.
"You were chubby when you lived with us" my daughter's statement to me this morning. I had thought at the time that i was neither chubby or skinny but i guess it took an existential crisis to get myself buff. At least she called me that living in the Philippines.
What a journey it's been though. Fraught with life's unexpected backhand i find myself here no longer in my crossroads and now startng life not from zero but also not with what is started with from the beginning.
In boxes and out of a bag.
I didn't know where i was going with this post but i knew as i say there in between sets i have to jot my thoughts before they escape me. I often wonder where I'll end up tomorrow even when I'm already at the destination. I guess life has made me jaded from memories not faded.
Viewed behind the lens and projected onto a screen. Do they understand what they see or are they as lost whence once I wandered.
