I declare this week the week the beginning of my workout. You know, the one that should have started a year ago? And I know, I know, yeah, we’ve got a nice gym at
dic. It’s clean and proper, has television and MP3 sounds near it, but when’s
last time someone’s actually worked out in that room?
*Sounds of crickets echo throughout the house*
Technically, the last workout was about 2 weeks ago, where MW and
I worked out and then promptly ate 4 slices of pepperoni and sausage pizza
from Pizza Hut. 5 calories
100 calories in. You do the math. On second thought, never mind.
So I reach way back in my memory banks and decide to go back to Bally’s. Why not? I’ve
had the membership since 1989 and at that time, they turned me into a Chicago
tour-de-force….with a nice ripped body. I couldn’t dance but boy did I look
good. This time I’ll add to the equation and get an instructor. If I have
to pay for someone to make me work out, then by golly, I’m definitely going to the gym!
On Saturday I got to meet KG at Bally’s.
He said all the right things: that we were going to see each other three times
a week, that we’re going to work
on muscle mass, and that I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life on a bicycle. There
is one stipulation in this performance: that all of our meetings would be at
8pm. Aw naw! Seeing that I work from 8am to 4pm, there would be a 4 hour time lapse
Gymnasia! would begin. I have to make up for this time each. Sleep? Overtime? The
mind swirled at the possibilities. I was giddy with excitement and I ran
straight home to tell my news…to Anna, our dog, since Prime and j.brotherlive were
Wouldn’t you know it? This workweek I planned to be working
overtime to take on some more responsibilities and to take over some activities
normally done by another co-worker. While this is great (ejflavor$ is
my designated symbol for this month), my body is supposed to be a symbol of beauty and thus this arduous task must begin now. Unperturbed, I gladly switched things around just
to be in the presence of a god who’s going to make me into someone special… either
that, or he’s going to break me in half.
So fast forward to today. I meet up with KG. He’s a nice guy,
that KG is.
He manages to take "before" pictures of me. The "after" pictures are taken
after the first 8-week adventure. He gives me a book to read about nutrition,
which has customized weight plans, and a Food Tracking guide to make sure that
I have my 6 meals and that they’re nutritious (not sure about the delicious
part yet, though). He admonishes me for drinking sweet tea today at
lunch- I insist to him that it was only a cup,
I know I’m
supposed to be drinking only green tea- but he looks at me with wary eyes,
and I’m sure I’m gonna catch hell about it in the near future. He understands
the medical issues that I have and
after learning about what was going on with me during the previous year,
which gives him an A+. He also tells me, after taking a breathalyzer test,
that I seem to burn 1850 calories a day by just sitting still,
and that in order to gain weight I need to eat 6 meals a day! Wonder if
that means more candy bars, chocolate cake, or tiramisu?
So what’s next? More tests this week, emails between myself and the trainer,
and the beginning of Gymnasia!….