About one month ago I had to make a new hole in my belt because my waistline had shrunk. I don’t know how this had happened because I don’t watch what I eat particularly, and eat more McDonalds than I would care to mention. My descent from hulking Adonis to frail wimp has been a slow and gradual one, rather like watching Captain America on slow-rewind. Having a multimillion pound gym so close to us in Edinburgh was something I had grown accustomed to, and something I definitely took for granted. When I came to Penghu there were only 3 possible gyms. The first is owned by the windsurfing club and only opens up to new members once a year. The second was a guys private gym which would mean paying him to personally train me each time. The final one was found just before coming back for Christmas, located at the University, but for some ridiculous reason, only opens between 7-9pm each night!
I reached the point two days ago where I had to put a second hole into my belt. My current jeans are already slightly too big, and so I now constantly have to pull them up else I end up walking like a youth out of the Wire. All of this is about to change because two day ago whilst FIona was talking to one of her fellow teachers, found out that there was indeed a gym that I could use, and almost no one knows about it. Even the lady palying ping pong in the gym complex didn’t know of its existence. The best part. It’s free!
It is very basic and looks like a prison gym. One medium/large room with some rusting benches, squat racks, dumbbells, weight plates, and an expensive looking Precor multi-gym thing in the centre which has a bench station/leg press station/and lat pull down machine as well as some other cables. In short, it’s got everything you would need to become the next Arnnie. I have lost all of my strength after almost a year of sloth and am In a lot of pain after only one workout. I’m convinced that I’ll regain this strength pretty quickly because of the muscle memory that I spent years building, (increasing the number of neural connections to each muscle fibre), and am looking forward to a 12 week transformation with my brother. I’ll soon be the hulking Adonis that I once was. I have also downloaded a nifty little app to record each and every aspect of my progress, (JeFit)