Gym Musings
I've been taking full advantage of the initial free training sessions at the gym (Gold's, natch). I am usually the biggest person there and I'm somewhat embarrassed at having to do squats and deadlifts with no weight on the bar, but I feel like I'm at least trying, right?
So anyway my trainer, Jarrod the self-professed Canadian football player wannabe, did my body fat measurements today and according to his machine I am obese.
Obese. I hate that word. Yes, world, I'm fat. I get it already. I'm old and fat and weak and I make everyone else in the gym look like a Greek god in comparison. Not that anyone besides me is trying to make me feel bad or anything. Everyone is really very supportive. It just makes me feel more motivated. If only I could get my nutrition under control. I suck at that part and I know it's more important than the working out. Honestly though, I like working out a whole heck of a lot better than counting, measuring and scheduling.
*sigh*
So anyway my trainer, Jarrod the self-professed Canadian football player wannabe, did my body fat measurements today and according to his machine I am obese.
Obese. I hate that word. Yes, world, I'm fat. I get it already. I'm old and fat and weak and I make everyone else in the gym look like a Greek god in comparison. Not that anyone besides me is trying to make me feel bad or anything. Everyone is really very supportive. It just makes me feel more motivated. If only I could get my nutrition under control. I suck at that part and I know it's more important than the working out. Honestly though, I like working out a whole heck of a lot better than counting, measuring and scheduling.
*sigh*