Instead of hamming it up on January 1st with my friends, I decided to spend the first day of 2009 with a trip to the grocery and a light workout at my gym. I know, what a loser, this Alvin.
For so many years now, yours truly has repeatedly tried (and failed) to get rid of my love handles. Credit the mom’s never faltering chicken adobo and occasional crispy lechon kawali for this. If I had managed to maintain a respectable gym schedule over the past few years, this was because I wanted to bulk up and look badass when pumping out one heavy rep on the bench press after another. I know, I know, I was being a douchebag, so sue me.
In a matter of months, rather than look ripped, by arms had begun to look like logs, a description that was given by my significant other (being an editor, […]

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