My latest blog post for WFMU was posted a few hours ago. It’s about America’s indigenous internment/concentration camps! Read it now!

It’s been two years since I’ve exercised regularly. I know, it’s hard to believe that I — a good-for-nothing blogger with past chemical and alcohol dependency problems — ever “worked out,” but it’s true. When I was unemployed and living at home there pretty much wasn’t anything else I could do other than wake up in the morning and run a few miles and use the high-end gadgets in the fitness center at my mother’s condo development. I’d watch Cold Pizza, or USA Network daytime movies, or Top Chef reruns, and I’d work myself out really well. I felt great doing so, almost as good as I used to feel when I was playing tennis and had my own personal trainer in high school. But then I moved to LA and got a job and a girlfriend and stopped doing anything remotely good for my body. I think the most exercise I would get in a day would be walking to the coffeeshop for a soda or getting off the couch to grab a beer.

Lately I’ve been feeling the desire to take control of my life and start the process of reacquainting myself with physical activity. I joined the men’s softball league. I go on hikes with Nicci in Elysian Park, Griffith Park and Runyon Canyon. I’m eating less Qdoba burritos and more healthy foods. It hurts not to be able to eat a five pound burrito twice a week, but…something’s gotta change, and it’s not going to happen if I keep spending $15 a week to work to eventually get a free burrito.

Nicci got two book to help me better understand healthy eating. One compares the different options you have at fast food joints, and one talks about “regaining control of your metabolism.” Going from living on 100 calories a day in college (and popping lots of pills to disappear any signs of hunger) to feasting on Patra Burger and In-N-Out probably ruined various levels of helpful hormones.

This method of thinking is totally backwards, since I just got offered health insurance at work. Shouldn’t I be doing things like smoking, popping pills and eating really unhealthy foods now, because I’m protected by a little card in my wallet? How come now that I’ve got my “get out of jail free card” in hand I want to better myself? It doesn’t really make a lot of sense.

You are all witnessing the birth of a new Evan. From now on, things are going to change. I know I say that every few months when I decide that I want to change my life for the better, but this time I mean it. No really, I do! This isn’t at all like the time I swore I was going to get my book published, or that time I promised to never eat fast food again, and it’s definitely not anything like my pledge to attain a consistently high level of blog writing. Nope, this promise to change my life is going to stick for good.

Also, Michael Jackson’s dead body has promised to suck several pounds of fat out through my penis similar to what he did to 13-year old Jordan Chandler in the early nineties. Keep that in mind when you’re celebrating his life this week.

Bill Frisell – Convict 13
Dr. Octago – Girl Let Me Touch You
Gastr Del Sol – Mouth Canyon
Benoit Pioulard – Hesperus

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