I have this great physical fitness program that, every time I go through it, I lose a lot of weight, increase my stamina and bulk my muscles up to a respectable level.
It’s called: Moving. The routine: Constant physical exercise in the form of packing, lifting, and carrying. It’s like going through Army boot camp.
Every muscle in my body is sore right now. But, it feels good in an odd, slightly masochistic way. I love the feeling of power when my muscles gain back their tone. I feel, in a way, like Dr. Banner turning into the Hulk, but minus the green complexion (though admittedly I have split a seam or two in my clothes, usually in the crotch area). I enjoy knowing I can once again punch my way through a wall, or spitefully smash the hood of a Lexus.
Though I would never do either of those things. Honest. No, really, honest.
I may be a big old furry grizzly bear, but I’m a cuddly, gentle one.