2005-02-08 - 11:28 a.m.
am I thin yet?
Some guy at the gym last night was running on a treadmill in a rubber suit. He was sweating like a hog and actually made his treadmill all wet. Gross. That’s one of the downsides to going to the YMCA, it’s a much more lax environment and people think that gives them license to do whatever. Like the guy wearing a red Richard Simmons spandex leotard.
Anyway, I worked out for an hour last night, did a little bit of everything.
The only thing about working out is that it makes me ravenous. By the time I get home, it’s like 8:30, so I try and keep my meal light. So far I’ve been doing all right. It sucks though; you think since you busted your ass you “deserve” to be able to eat more food. I’ve convinced myself that part of my mind and my stomach are working against me. It’s working so far, but if I develop schizophrenia, that’s why.
Weight lifting is awesome. I lifted weights for one week and I swear I can feel more muscle in my arms. Finally, some fucking quick results. It seems like everything in life that’s hard and that sucks takes forever to start getting good. I still want to chop my arms off, but the feeling has lessened a little.
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