Doing it with my wife

No, not that "doing it"...

August 10 2010

So on Sunday I decided to head to the gym with my wife and her new trainer for cardio day. I’m not going to lie, I tried to think of a solid reason I couldn’t go up until the point we left our house. I just couldn’t think of anything. And I’m happy I couldn’t.

Well kinda.

It was an all together fucked up kind of happy, I was hurting like a bitch, I thought I was seeing three of each of them by the end, and It hurt to laugh on Monday, but for some fucked up reason I was happy.

I think that has to be the first time I have felt confident in a gym, I felt like I was the only one in there for once, instead of the normal feeling of “everyone is watching and making fun of you”.

So I thought about it all day, and came to the conclusion that it had to be the personal trainer thing. Having someone who just told me what to do, watched what I was doing and corrected me as need be, and had a plan and understanding of everything going on just changed the whole damn view I had. Also helps that the the wee little tiny woman seems to get some creepy sick enjoyment out of working out and all of that horrid shit :P

My sweet wife asked me if I wanted to keep training with her that afternoon, and honestly, my first thought contrary to my normal thoughts was actually “ya, I want to do this”. It was fucked. I mean I hate the gym, I dread the idea of working out, but somehow having someone basically hand hold me through it all made the time fly by and seem worth it. Was bizarre for me.

Honestly it made me wish one of my best friends was a personal trainer, or that I could pry him away from his great family a couple nights a week as I know I would excel even further with him being the trainer for me. There’s still time for me to work on him however, so maybe down the road I can send enough money and gifts to his family to make this happen :)

But in the mean time it all came back to session two with the wife tonight after work, this was supposed to be a strength training session, and the one that would really sway or turn me away from the group idea.

I’m not going to lie, I’m currently praying that I don’t have to pee tonight, cause I don’t think my legs will have the strength to get me to the bathroom. I fucking hurt. Parts of me are asking why they feel anything at all, as its just not fucking right.

But. umm. I liked it again.

My fat side really hates me for this, but it murdered me tonight and I loved knowing that I gave everything and will get something out of it down the road. I actually feel like everything I did was right as well, which was a first, well maybe a second, as I felt that kind of help when my bud showed me some pointers the other month as well.

The best way I can explain it is saying that it felt like winning a floor hockey game, or a soccer game, where I gave it all I had, and we won, its a fucking great feeling even knowing I may have bruises or cuts or whatever, that I want to do it again just for that rush of the win.

And with that, I let The Fat Girl know that we will be training together now with the personal trainer.

And more than likely that little teeny tiny woman will devise something more mean than us doing sit ups and tossing a medicine ball to each other…. but I don’t care, its gonna be fun being on the winning team again. And believe me, my sweet wife and I aren’t going to lose at this game.

The Fat Guy

This so can’t be right…

It's like up is down and down is up now...

July 12 2010

Hi, long time no talky, been a busy ass couple of weeks, my lil bro got married, I have been burying myself with personal projects at home, and than other than that sleep seemed neat.

So I have a strange confession to make, and this kills me, but… I’m tired of eating fast food.

Oh God, I cant believe I typed that.

Ok, here’s what brought me to this, the past three weeks have been some bad eating for me, not like binge eating or retard eating, but just not the best choices. When it came to a quick din, it was fast food, same with lunches, to say falling off the wagon happened would be about right. So you would think that being able to eat the foods I thought I loved would be the best thing ever right? so fucking wrong.

I found that I’m tuckered like crazy now, I honestly just want oatmeal for breakfast, and oh Jesus help me, I would prefer some salmon or chicken breast for din with some veggies for din over a burger right now.

I’m actually craving good things like fruits and veggies, and well done meals. WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?!?

Well, picked up some groceries tonight, and I guess this weekend I get back to the better food plan.

We can discuss my sad gym attempts later.

The Fat Guy

Don’t half ass it.

heh.

June 22 2010

This will be short and sweet, this link made me laugh my fat ass off this morning.

http://www.explosm.net/comics/2088/

The Fat Guy

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