The Return Of Blue Jaw Magoon
March, for various reasons, has pretty much been a bust; these things happen. And to be honest, I actually dreaded returning today, a little bit. I mean who wants to come back starting off smaller, lighter, weaker, with less energy and still have to bust your gut only to regain ground you’ve lost? Not me.
But anyway, despite my feeling of dread, today went surprisingly well. I admit I was a little tired and a little out of sorts – which is only to be expected – but things didn’t go anywhere near as badly as I expected. I pretty much picked up right where I left off, and found I was only lacking just a touch of strength and stamina.
My new regime is now in effect, and I feel the massive burden and stress of relentless improvisation on my diet has been lifted. I’m keeping it simple. I’m now a man with a plan, and I feel a hell of a lot better for it.
P.S. If you’re wondering what the hell the title to my post means, it’s another corker – the sort you’ll only get here: I woke up in the morning, and when I got in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I thought I noticed what appeared to be a large patch of blue facial hair… “what the f…?” Then, I realised, despite several washes, my blue sweater I wore for bed must still be leaking dye!
I dunno, if you can’t laugh at these things…
(Blue Jaw Magoon was a notorious contract killer for Murder, Inc. and was so-named because his facial hair appeared to give his jaw a blue tint.)
