I have broken a toe at BJJ. Consequently, I am not training. At anything. Instead, I am eating and drinking. While I love both eating and drinking, it seems that doing quite a lot of this with no exercise is seeing me pile weight on.
I have been comfort-eatng for a while now, but training has ensured I've stayed around 13 and a half stone, which is about where I live. But I am now up to 14 stone, so I figure I need to get busy or I won't hit the 12.12 stone fighting weight deadline for my first BJJ tournament of the year in July. I should be fine with this and I know it's no big drama. I've been injured before and I've put weight on before. I will heal up, then sort it out.
I am more concerned with the fact that this usually minor thing and a combination of work stress is making me feel a bit sorry for myself, and I fear I am turning into a whining cock-nob. I basically need to get a grip.
Speaking of which...
I had a dream last week that me and the Missus were walking down the high street and I had an erection, so I subtly adjusted myself in my jeans and carried on walking. Then an elderly male relative approached me and cupped my genitals with an 'Um' sound, then worked his way up the rest of my cock with an 'Hmm!' noise. He then smiled a creepy smile and walked off
This was a slightly freaky dream to say the least. I told the Missus, the Other Woman and my Hippy Work Colleague. Both looked slightly shocked, then burst out laughing. To be perfectly honest, I was expecting a more sympathetic response.
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