The Return of Tom and Jerry

So I figured I've had enough of being disgusted with my own reflection, and two years is long enough for blaming my inactivity on being depressed about someone who isn't worth being depressed about.
And surprisingly, after only a couple of weeks tones and lines are returning where tones and lines used to be, and my shirts are too tight at the sleeves for me to properly flex my elbows once more. and though I'm probably a long way from my peak condition, this is the part where I can be for once thankful that I have an infernal metabolic rate which renders my body fat percentage completely negligible and enables me to consume massive amounts of protein without exploding.
So let's hear it for cycling to hospital, climbing the stairs, messing with weights, abusing a punching bag, swimming in the staff pool, and drinking raw eggs.

Except that raw eggs aren't that yummy.