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So, um, this exercise business, right. Is it just me that gets yea-many weeks in to a reasonably exacting regimen and then has an attack of the Serious Bleak?
What I think's happening is my metabolism waking up and going "Lard-burning, is it? Right then, fuckin' 'ave it, mate." (Gloucestershire metabolism, y'see...) and because I've not changed my face-feeding habits to compensate, I have what the cyclists call a bit of a bonk. I imagine the same thing would happen if I didn't do any more work, but went on some calorie-restricted diet or other.
It's just me, isn't it?
What I think's happening is my metabolism waking up and going "Lard-burning, is it? Right then, fuckin' 'ave it, mate." (Gloucestershire metabolism, y'see...) and because I've not changed my face-feeding habits to compensate, I have what the cyclists call a bit of a bonk. I imagine the same thing would happen if I didn't do any more work, but went on some calorie-restricted diet or other.
It's just me, isn't it?
