Fat. Not really, well sort of. I'm sidelined from the exercise circuit and its driving me nuts. I'm an apputee...which is a stupid word I just made up meaning I'm appendicksless....err wait. I had an appendix and then it was gone. Right.
Anyway.
I can't work out...and I recognize now just how much stress and pressure I vet whilst throwing kettle bells at Scott Lipps' lip. All in all the surgery probably wasn't all that bad, just came at a busy time. I'm counting days till I can get back into the gym for some stress relief.
