Looking around, you can’t help but notice the first sightings of the much-missed hemline. And with rising hemlines, you can’t help but acknowledge the onset of spring. As much fun as winter clothes are—leaving so much to the imagination—this is a very welcome change; one that makes you thank the stars you were born a guy.
And just as you’re beginning to revel in this newfound pleasant change of scenery, in comes “graduation day,” and before you can say “waxed legs,” the entire town is deserted; leaving behind only the science and engineering grad students, of course.
No, it’s not like they’re busy, but it’s just that they have nothing else happening in their lives; forcing them to hover around their natural habitat—their labs.
With this cheery weather though, and a schedule freed-up by the lack of classes, I’ve managed to effect some changes into my life. I will get into details regarding this later, but apart from becoming “mostly vegan,” I’ve begun to walk to and from work each day; a 45 minute walk each way.
And by 45 minutes, I mean 45 minutes, at my pace.
I’m the sorts who, literally, stops to smell the roses and skips stones across ponds. Anyway, a combination of changing my nutritional patterns and this daily trek has resulted in me losing about 13 pounds over the past 2 weeks. This leaves me just 3.13 kg shy of the mass I aim to be at. (The astute would have noticed the little I trick I played with units—lb and kg—in the previous sentence.)
No-effort weight-loss. Another one of the three or so reasons it’s good to be a guy. Ironically, my clothes fit worse. It’s like I feel dorky and wimpy in them now.
During some—also much-missed—time in the sun, I happened to see two Mini Coopers yesterday. This is a strange occurrence, because not too many people—everyone’s a poor student—seem to own one around here.
One of these was a cute, yellow coloured convertible with its top down. It had the license plate ‘NIMBLE.’ Both, however, were driven by elderly women; so I’m sure she was using the word NIMBLE in reference to the handling of the car.
Or, was she?
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