For those of you wondering, I have not died.
For those of you wondering if, I am not dead, I have continued my weight loss journey, the answer is yes.
I've lost 25 pounds or so over the last 4 months. It has not been easy, and I've stalled out around the 330 mark for right now, but a recent diet challenge presented by a friend will either push me past that or kill me slowly, either way.
In the course of my "trying to look less than that guy on the turtle" journey, I have spent a lot of time at the gym.
|Go on. Stare. Get you an eyeful. There's plenty to go around, ladies.|
I've found out that I much prefer it when people do, as it leads to finally getting me to post a blog again.
About a week ago I was giving an elliptical the business, and had my fat head buried up in a Mark Twain novel while I was gettin' my sexy on.
A woman then proceeded to jump onto the treadmill immediately to my right. She was a very attractive woman, clad in the traditional yoga pants and skin tight tank that you see so often these days...out in public.
Can I just pause, just for a second, and let you ladies know that these yoga pants and leggings are NOT pants? In all seriousness, put on some pants.
No, no. Shut up, and put on pants in public. I'm trying to raise a daughter modestly, and I can't have her thinking it's okay to show off her fanny in a pair of yoga pants or leggings. Guys, I know you're probably upset at me for this, but it changes when you have a daughter, trust me.
Back to my workout.
This woman gets on the treadmill and starts going at a pretty good clip. I'm reading, minding my own business, and all of the sudden I hear a noise.
A SEX NOISE.
Y'all know the one. A soft little moan. Just a little "uhhhh."
Being practically deaf, I decided I was hearing things, and went on to my reading. Then...
The lady next to me is making the sweet, sweet jogging love to that treadmill. She had her headphones in, so I guess she could have been listening to some Al Green or some Barry White, but whatever it was, she was enjoying it.
I had my hands on the heart rate monitor at the time, and I'm pretty sure I broke it.
|My heart rate slightly increased.|
|My "workout" face. Also probably my "O" face. This is how I landed The Missus.|
|My "unloading the dishwasher/pooping" face.|
|My "surfing the Internet and blogging/looks like I'm doing something terrible to Sub-Zero" face.|
I sent The Missus a text about it and got the following:
"Ha, well they did just release 50 Shades of Grey on audiobook."
Isn't she helpful?
And I thought this post would end right here, but since it's me, of course it didn't.
About two days ago I was hitting the weights pretty hard, and I put a lot of strain into a particular set on the bench press. Then it happened.
I farted. Not just a little squeak either, I'm talking people looked at me like they thought I'd ripped the vinyl smooth off the bench. I didn't have the chance to hear it because I had my headphones on, but I sure as sugar got to smell it, and I got to watch everyone in the gym look at me awkwardly for the rest of the day.
I'll never know, but I know I dang sure wouldn't break gym equipment if I heard the chick next to me fart instead of daydream about a BDSM relationship with a fictional character.
And at least my Facebook friends were supportive.
|Life changes people. Life changes.|