Jumped on the scales this morning...

Not good.

Used to be pretty big (108kg/240lb), lost a lot of it when I was nineteen (76kg/170lb), and now I've put exactly half of it back on (92kg/205lb). Dunno how I feel about that just yet. I'm almost twenty-three now, a couple of inches taller taller than I was at nineteen and a whole lot broader through the shoulders, so I guess that explains a bit of it. Still, feels like I've let some of that good work go to waste. Bit disappointed in myself, to be honest.

So what am I gonna do?

I'm gonna join a gym.

It goes against all of my principles, but the new job has me sitting on my arse all day, and I'm worried that all the sitting is gonna backfire when the basketball season wraps. I can see it coming a mile off.

I think a little bit of it might be vanity, too. Let's face it, I'm becoming more vain with every passing day. I actually took moisturizer on a two-night trip away. I mean, come on. If you'd told me three years ago that I'd be doing that, I'd have punched you in the tits. But now it's the new normal. What. The f**k.

Either way, I'm making the phone call tomorrow. I've got another week off basketball, so that's plenty of time to get it organized.

Speaking of basketball... just not feeling the NBA Finals this year. Game two at Staples was a bit rubbish, and Game One was even worse. JJ Redick looks f**ken hot with facial hair, though. And trust me, he was hot enough without it.

Taking my boys away for a big tournament in four weeks, too. The sooner that's organized, the better. Can't wait. They'll probably win it, too. Undefeated after 11 weeks. Yep, they're really that good. Don't tell them I said that, though. Would never hear the end of it. Didn't think I'd miss them as much as I do, either. God knows what I'm gonna do when we're all split up next year. Enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose.

I think one of them might be questioning some... things, too. Dunno how I'm gonna handle that if it comes up. He's almost like a little brother to me, but there's a line, and I don't wanna go anywhere near it. Kinda clouds your judgement when you've got the kid literally crying on your shoulder after a tough game, though. But he's a smart kid. Hopefully he knows he can come to me for advice.

That's enough for now, anyway. Will let you know how the gym goes. Might even get a personal trainer. God knows there's a gap in my life that only a hot personal trainer could fill...

Lol.