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pardon my dust. i'm turning it into glitter.

Hi, I'm Chris. If you subscribe to the MBTI, I'm an INFJ. I put myself through school for a seemingly useless English/Creative Writing degree, but writing is my passion and that's what I want to do when I grow up. Still figuring out what comes next, and pretty much everything else, so I'm feeling kinda adventurous. And yes, that's exactly how my OkCupid profile starts out. Why mess with a good thing, eh?

The site's a work in progress. I'll be adding content over time, and hopefully eventually it'll evolve into something halfway interesting. I'm glad you're still reading, though. Usually by this point I have to show a little skin to keep 'em interested.

foolishness...

  

       hello all. kinda felt like rambling a bit tonight, so what better place than here? you probably won't miss much if you skip this one.

       week three of the foolishness that is my gym adventure is complete. haven't missed a single day, even though it's not really that difficult to go to the gym three times a week, but i suppose it's the longest i've stayed with a gym-based exercise routine in the last four years, so i guess it's at least something of an accomplishment. week four is off to a simultaneously good and rocky start. after doing some research (including some davey wavey tips) to update myself on modern fitness practices i've changed my methods slightly and my ass was properly kicked today. i'll try it for the next few weeks and see how it goes. i've also started keeping track of my routines with a handy dandy iPhone app, iFitness. highly recommended for the serious gym-goer. had a slightly crazy episode after my workout, though, in the locker room. it was about 6pm and getting pretty packed in there, and poor design means close quarters and even a slight wait time to get to your locker. but as i was packing my things and getting ready to leave i found myself suddenly surrounded by a half dozen perfectly sculpted sets of abs and i became both a little breathless and suddenly very aware that i was the fat boy of the group. i kinda wanted to cry. right now i'm saying "you'll get there, you'll get there, you'll get there" over and over in my head, trying to make myself believe it. but i've lost five pounds in those three weeks, so i'm getting somewhere at least. yes, i'm trying not to let myself get discouraged.

       i'm trying not to be all high-school-girly about the new guy. as in, trying not to freak out because he hasn't texted me yet today and i don't want to be the one to do all the initiating but he did call me first when we first talked. i think i'm gonna do it. i'll let him call/text first next time.

       ok, i have to pee so i'm going to end it there. not as rambly as i thought it was going to be. smiling helps.

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