… or something along those lines.
Last Tuesday was my last day at work, and now I’ve been hitting the gym regularly again! Ahhh, it certainly feels good!
But… I’ve realized that I’m setting myself up for a somewhat hypocritical dilemma. A party-lovin’ health freak. And parties = plentiful booze.
It’s been easy for me since coming back to Malaysia. I fell back into my anti-social mold and invitations to go out would be hampered by the fact that I had no free access to a car, no public transportation services in my area, and the big city was an hour’s drive away. Add those with the lack of desire for midnight activites in Malaysia. Well, bugger that.
In Malaysia, losing the ‘Party Pounds™’ I gained as a senior in Perth (I managed to dodge the ‘Freshman 15‘) was only made easy because of missing temptations, even though I currently have an unopened bottle of Absinthe with me right now
And as I plan my escape route back to Australia, the land where beer is breakfast for some, I wonder about the fate of my physical health.
I’m not too worried, however, as I have good control and I can only hope that I can afford a gym membership after I score an Aussie job. Which shouldn’t be too hard, right?
p/s: For some hard-nosed facts about how alcohol can put your body to self-destruct mode, Wolfy recommends that you read this.