Most friends in India assume I must still be working out. They don't remember the last time I wasn't a workout fanatic. Most folks I know in Calif haven't seen a time when I didn't look like the Hindenburg, about to tragically crash.
Blame it on access issues.
This sounds like a line classically out a "Health sector reform in Niger" text at J Hop Health Systems.
"Transportation forms an additional barrier to access to healthcare facilities. Due to the centripetal distribution of health centers and resources, those bereft of transportation at the periphery also remain bereft of healthcare provisions. Hence, such a situation might require one of two possible solutions:....."
That, in a nutcase (or is it nutshell) was me. An inaccessible gym further aggravated by a severe paucity of time crippled by an almost Germanisque imbibation of beer led to me looking like a 70 yr old Raj or Shammi Kapoor.
But now that I am in the good Bay with weights and a trendy tread mill at home....I'm back in action. Watching my diet like a hawk...turned down a mouth watering slice of pizza in favor of penang tuna (is that sacrifice or what). Hardly put in more than 1200 calories per day and burn way more with long weights and/or aerobic work out. Feeling the fat melt away, and seeing the cut sleeve, bike riding, bandana-ed Yatz emerge out of a shroud of fat.
Watch out ye all...one of these days I might actually get snapped and put up a recent pic.
Yay yipee yay!
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