So I Haven't...Entered the Kettlebell.

 I lied.

Well...at least I haven't fulfilled the blogging hype of my last post.

Of course I have used a kettlebell sporadically and that's always my problem.  Sporadic bursts of enthusiams followed by consistent absence from physical activity.

I've gotten so fat, flabtastic, that I can't stand it...so I sit.  I sit and waste away.  I blobify day by day.  

I'm always tired and obligated to do things.  This is an excuse too.  Not working out is just prioritizing other things besides working out.  Often good things are prioritized: marriage, family, kids, work, sleep, etc...but you have so many hours in the day.

Something is better than nothing.  That's what I need to believe.  That's right internet!  I'll do something, not much...but something.  Something is better than nothing.

I won't let the nothing keep eating me alive.  I won't be Artax.

Whelp.

I reckon I've said my peace/piece(?) for the day.

Time to do something.

2025: Enter the Kettlebell

 Howdy Compadres!

It's been a spell.  I forgot this existed for one.  When I remembered it existed, it was difficult to find my passwords to login.  Concussions.  But I found my tattered notebook with passwords and scrawling's and inventions and ponderings and cracked the code.

Here I am...typing.  Words.  

Perhaps, spurred on by a chance to talk about my health, I will do healthier things.

I can only hope.

Since I last spoke to you all here I've fallen in love with kettlebells.

Efficient.

Simple.

Effective.

More can be and will be said.

Until then toodle lew my darlings!