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Here we go again.

So it really fucking pisses me off that society seems to associate manliness with eating meat.

I see all these dudes bragging about how bad ass they are for eating steak and bacon and shit. Look, I’m not gonna shove my morals on anyone, but going to the store and buying meat,...

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I'd venture a guess that 50% is a generously low figure.

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"The Black Album" - Jay-Z

Fucking genius.

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[A] good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Virginia Woolf,A Room of One's Own(1929)

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To be a great champion, you must believe you are the best. If you're not, pretend you are.

Muhammad Ali

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Here's a better picture of my bionic calf. I'm a bit afraid of training my calves because I think they might just EXPLODE into ginormousness. I love knee boots so much -- it would be so sad to not fit into them. So sad. I don't think I would survive the Fall.

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Fly a plane

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Here is my starting point:

I feel I've always had a decent amount of muscle, most obvious in my shoulders and legs. Somehow, my petite mother and beanpole father made two "bionic" children who are broad and burly (I blame genetic chaos from racial mixing). I used to hate my body; it wasn't easy growing up with delicate and skinny french friends and family. Now, more often than not, I'd choose strong over thin.

In short: bring on the muscles.

This is me as of today...

I would like to take a minute to excuse the sorry sight of my nonexistent bis and tris. Arms are definitely my weak point. For now (but not for long you little suckaz [insert sardonic laugh]) Also, that armpit fat bulge is really grossing me out (like, get-me-some-hedge-clippers grossing me out): it's gotta go.

I feel like I could get some nice definition in my legs if I put some work in. I think I'll see the fastest results in my lower body.

And that's that for my current physical state.

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A month from now...

On the 17th of September, precisely a month from now, I will be back in class. I am excited and apprehensive -- so happy to get back to the grind, to get the wheels spinning again (finally), but also worried I'll fail again. Every time I think I can do it, my mind brings me back to Wellesley and I freak out. But come on -- I'm not stupid, I'm not incapable: how bad can it go?

What I am unabashedly (yet privately) most excited about is having access to a gym again. I've laid out my lifting plan and cannot wait to get started. I hope the place is well equipped, though I hear the Swiss aren't very keen on weightlifting. I understand: when you've got lakes to sail on and swim in, and mountains to climb and forests to trek through, what moron would choose to spend their free time in an impersonal, cramped, sweaty, neon-lighted concrete room? I love hiking, biking, climbing, snowboarding and being in the mountains in any way. If I could lift weights (safely) outdoors, I'd be on that shit like white on rice. Until then however, I am looking forward to the gym.

D-31.