It’s the purest irony that our bodies work the way they do.  After a period of sloth, abuse and excess, any exercise is rewarded with a couple of days of extremely sore muscles and pain.  If I had just kept working out and pushing my body towards some diminishing end point of “fitness” before the summer began, I would feel great right now.  I similarly felt pretty good before I started working out again, although I definitely didn’t look all that good.  Rather pasty, pudgy and perspire-ey actually.  So, there you go.  Our bodies punish us whenever we change states.  Stop exercising, become Jabba the Hut.  Start exercising, become Whiny McScreamsalot.

Where’s my exercise pill?  I’d probably need to eat them from a bowl like cereal at this point….