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Showing off the two forties
Apr. 10th, 2012 03:39 pmLast Tuesday I threw away an old tee shirt. It was a good shirt in its time: thick cotton, a strong olive, with a ring collar. It has some drops from bleaching, so it had become a shirt the missus declared I could only wear around the house. It's big and comfy, has no holes and otherwise felt fine.
I wore it to the gym on Tuesday evening. By the time I was done with my workout, I had this tent hanging from my chest. The ring collar was soaked from sweat, pulling the entire shirt down my chest. When I looked in the mirror, I saw this shapeless sack from my upper chest to a semi-slutty hemline. It made me look fatter because it showed no sign of human in the sack: my head and chest were lost in an olive sea.
I couldn't stand the schvitz weight, so I took it off and used it as a towel. I took another look at it and realized it couldn't serve me as clothing anymore. So I stuck it in the trash can before I could think about it.
I've only lost a pound from six weeks of going to the gym. However I already have these shapes under my skin that I haven't seen in a long time. My legs feel strong, the muscles winning more space. A week ago I slapped my gut and it felt a bit hard -- it definitely didn't make the loud, wet noise I expected. I am a long way from a six-pack, but I've got two 40-ounce bottles.
The gym has become an important part of my life again, as I assumed it would. Over the last six weeks I had stabilized a pattern of going every third day. I spend 20 to 30 minutes on Nautilus equipment followed by 50 minutes of treadmill. It's a great way to unload stress.
Now I work out every other day, which was my original plan. Once I get a several weeks of this, I plan to add a half-day so that I'm hitting four days each week. I have also been speeding up the treadmill. I can't resist watching my spare tire shrink.
I wore it to the gym on Tuesday evening. By the time I was done with my workout, I had this tent hanging from my chest. The ring collar was soaked from sweat, pulling the entire shirt down my chest. When I looked in the mirror, I saw this shapeless sack from my upper chest to a semi-slutty hemline. It made me look fatter because it showed no sign of human in the sack: my head and chest were lost in an olive sea.
I couldn't stand the schvitz weight, so I took it off and used it as a towel. I took another look at it and realized it couldn't serve me as clothing anymore. So I stuck it in the trash can before I could think about it.
I've only lost a pound from six weeks of going to the gym. However I already have these shapes under my skin that I haven't seen in a long time. My legs feel strong, the muscles winning more space. A week ago I slapped my gut and it felt a bit hard -- it definitely didn't make the loud, wet noise I expected. I am a long way from a six-pack, but I've got two 40-ounce bottles.
The gym has become an important part of my life again, as I assumed it would. Over the last six weeks I had stabilized a pattern of going every third day. I spend 20 to 30 minutes on Nautilus equipment followed by 50 minutes of treadmill. It's a great way to unload stress.
Now I work out every other day, which was my original plan. Once I get a several weeks of this, I plan to add a half-day so that I'm hitting four days each week. I have also been speeding up the treadmill. I can't resist watching my spare tire shrink.
