Showing off the two forties

[pseydtonne]

Last 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.

Comments

[metahacker.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for gym. It's slow going...any progress is progress, and that sounds like significant progress.

[dobrovolets.livejournal.com]

My shrink says I ought to exercise. I have very little excuse not to. The Wasp's Nest has great equipment, and if you get a locker, they'll even launder your exercise clothes and towel for you. Maybe when I don't have an hour-long commute anymore.

[proudlyfallen.livejournal.com]

I miss the days when going to the gym was still worth it. My various jobs are so similar to the gym, though, that I just can't make myself bother to show up and do for free the same motions/weight that I normally get paid to do.

[rednikki.livejournal.com]

Go you!!!

[bluepapercup]

Awesomeeeeee!

It feels so good to be fit.

[oneagain.livejournal.com]

HUZZAH!!! Goyou!

[moominmolly.livejournal.com]

RAAAAAAAAR!

Congratulations. Awesome progress!

[tenshikurai9.livejournal.com]

Tell me when you're at the point of bench pressing 130-ish pounds in human form and I'll show-up on your couch for a short while so you can bench me.

[pseydtonne.livejournal.com]

Man, talk about going from zero to creepy, kid.

[tenshikurai9.livejournal.com]

So does the non-sexuality of it make it more or less creepy?

[pseydtonne.livejournal.com]

The proposal makes it creepy. Bringing in the word "sexuality" compounds it.

You have to understand that benching or cleating a human doesn't interest me. When I was a sophomore in college, one guy on my floor picked up another guy and held him completely over his head -- horizontally. It settled the argument, and the one put the other down cleanly. After you see that, you just don't want to get in that line.

[tenshikurai9.livejournal.com]

Fine. Bench my bindle.