Insanely Awe-dical

138/77

That's my blood pressure, and it's high for my ripe age of 22. This is the fit of my life and I'm a disappointing slob. Well, its hereditary, but I should be a little better.

So don't ask me if I want to rest of your sandwich. Tell me not to finish my fries. Tell me not to ORDER fries. Tell me to go easy with the mayo or the olive oil. Tell me to go easy on the rice because you're concerned for me, and remind me of 138/77.

On a side note, my pulse was 55. I don't understand my body at all.

The gym buddies system didn't work out too well last quarter -- anyone willing to give it a try? Once my schedule gets finalized, I'll post gym availability.