Two weeks and all I managed to lose was one miserable pound. My own fault, as I've been busy travelling and catching up with stuff that I was too lazy to do before. On top of that, I strained a lower left shoulder muscle two weeks ago, right after I took the previous picture and haven't been able to go to the gym since. And all I managed to get in was a couple of days at the tennis court. I've been trying to eat more healthily and whole lot less, but of course, the only thing that happened was my legs going rubbery when I played tennis and my blood sugar fell. I'm still posting my picture - fat and all - this week. It's one way of staying honest about my physical conditioning (or lack of it).
The only consolation I had was that I seem to have more or less learned a reliable second serve kicker since I only served four double faults in two days of play - about one every two service games; and my groundstrokes have been holding up while I'm slowly getting the hang of moving in to play a drive-volley on deep, high balls instead of trying to play low percentage half-volleys from the baseline. But my overhead smash (never my best shot, to put it kindly) has deteriorated to the point where I'm hitting the bottom of the net regularly. As with everything else in my life, it's been one step forward two steps back.
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