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Friday 20 January 2012

Self abuse...


We're pretty odd, us humans. We do all sorts of things that other species (even other lifeforms on other planets) would think pretty odd. We make the things we all have in common rude and use them as swearwords. We call one set of people that talk to imaginary people in their head mad, and others who do exactly the same pious. We take great pains to measure and objectify our environment and then celebreate the ciclical nature of our universe in odd and strange ways. Been a multiple of 364 days since you were born? Have a party and eat cake! Excited that the star we orbit around will today give us the longest strtch of uninturrpted light? Gather in a field and dance round some old stones. Overjoyed that the self imposed dark / light measurement system is resetting itself to allow for accurate measurement of extended time periods? Decide that you life needs to change and cause yourself massive upset and pain!

Welcome to my new year resolution, I've decided to get a six pack. Not get fit. Not workout more. Get. A. Sixpack.

Oh dear god.

To make matters far worse I'm doing it with six work colleagues. So far this has actually been a help, rather that a a hindrance. We're agreed that the best result after six months gets a free meal on the rest of the "six packers". To be fair, my workmates are a great bunch are we're helping each other on, for the most part. Occasionally someone will saunter in with some cakes and casually leave then on the side to tempt the others with some calorific disaster munching but general we're all being supportive of each other.

So, this is what I've got to work with...


Check back in on July the 1st for an update!