Grrrr 'n stuff
So, I've got an apt with my trainer in 30 minutes at the gym.
I've been going to the gym pretty regularly for the past year and a half now but really focusing during the last 6 months.
I have to say, I really love it.
I'm doing weights 2-3 times a week
Then I do some form of cardio or other exercise 2-3 times a week.
My trainer, Regan, is awesome. And he has a beard. And he's a ginger. And he's straight. LOL
But we usually meet at 6:30am and we have a blast. I'm actually pretty funny that early.
We always talk about the other meatheads at the gym and how my nipples look in my shirt. (good, btw)
When I first started with him, I told him my goals were...blah blah blah, lose weight, gain muscle, to have my chest be bigger than my stomach and to have an ass I could serve drinks off of. From that point on he knew what he was getting.
Also, when I started, I realized just about everyone in my family has some form or is close to having diabetes. I don't want that.
I currently fluctuate between 220 and 230lbs.
My first goal is to get to 200.
Regan thinks I can get to 180.
I told him I would lose my Bear Membership Card if that happened. But now that I'm in it, I kinda think that's not such a bad goal.
I'm never going to be a bonafide muscle bear and I don't really want to be. I'll admit this is shallow, but I just want to look good. I like the way clothes are fitting on me now.
I enjoy being able to run up flights of stairs. I can do pushups! Still can't climb a rope.
I'm also doing other things. I bicycle to work when I can. Really, it's an excuse to wear spandex.
I love running around Seward Park. I take spin classes, cardio classes, yoga. I've started kickboxing. That one is FUN! I get to hit stuff.
I know this sounds dumb but after I work out, I feel like a "man". (and I get the biggest hardon)
I know it's stupid and that doesn't define a "man" but when you're feeling the blood going through your body and you feel energized or even exhausted, it's a great sense of accomplishment.
I'm totally that sweaty loud grunting guy at the gym. But whatever I don't care.
I want to be able to hold a walnut between my pecs.
Now, if I can just get Jim to do something.
I've been going to the gym pretty regularly for the past year and a half now but really focusing during the last 6 months.
I have to say, I really love it.
I'm doing weights 2-3 times a week
Then I do some form of cardio or other exercise 2-3 times a week.
My trainer, Regan, is awesome. And he has a beard. And he's a ginger. And he's straight. LOL
But we usually meet at 6:30am and we have a blast. I'm actually pretty funny that early.
We always talk about the other meatheads at the gym and how my nipples look in my shirt. (good, btw)
When I first started with him, I told him my goals were...blah blah blah, lose weight, gain muscle, to have my chest be bigger than my stomach and to have an ass I could serve drinks off of. From that point on he knew what he was getting.
Also, when I started, I realized just about everyone in my family has some form or is close to having diabetes. I don't want that.
I currently fluctuate between 220 and 230lbs.
My first goal is to get to 200.
Regan thinks I can get to 180.
I told him I would lose my Bear Membership Card if that happened. But now that I'm in it, I kinda think that's not such a bad goal.
I'm never going to be a bonafide muscle bear and I don't really want to be. I'll admit this is shallow, but I just want to look good. I like the way clothes are fitting on me now.
I enjoy being able to run up flights of stairs. I can do pushups! Still can't climb a rope.
I'm also doing other things. I bicycle to work when I can. Really, it's an excuse to wear spandex.
I love running around Seward Park. I take spin classes, cardio classes, yoga. I've started kickboxing. That one is FUN! I get to hit stuff.
I know this sounds dumb but after I work out, I feel like a "man". (and I get the biggest hardon)
I know it's stupid and that doesn't define a "man" but when you're feeling the blood going through your body and you feel energized or even exhausted, it's a great sense of accomplishment.
I'm totally that sweaty loud grunting guy at the gym. But whatever I don't care.
I want to be able to hold a walnut between my pecs.
Now, if I can just get Jim to do something.