Jory has been diligently following P90X for weeks. I know this because our apartment smells of eggs and protein shakes 24/7, and I can't walk two feet without tripping over weights or a yoga mat. He's been known to slip in references about Tony, Pam aka Blam and the guy with one leg during conversation. There are also moments throughout the week when he will look over at me and silently make an "X" with his arms, then go back to eating half a cow, two chickens and a few boiled eggs. The picture to the right was taken pre-X. He now has lost ten pounds and is looking pretty svelte. I think the next sixty days are promising for our boy Jory.
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