A Deal

“How badly do you want to lose weight?” was how the conversation started. I’ve been going to a personal trainer for the last 6 weeks and have noticed a big difference in muscle mass, but nothing on the weight side. This was her way of telling me to get my ass in gear.

To be honest, Dear Reader, I had to pause before answering her. The “inside me”, the guy that looks into the mirror each morning, the guy who recognizes traits from his mother that he’d rather not have, the guy who doesn’t want to date because of how he looks, gave her a resounding “BADLY! BADLY! BADLY!”. The other guy, the guy that tells us that we’re not that bad, that working out is too hard, and who turns the steering wheel away from the gym each afternoon said, “Meh..who knows”. Well, Dear Reader, the former “Me” won this battle. He said, “Badly. What do I have to do?”

My trainer offered to meet me every Tuesday and Friday at 6am to do cardio. We would also continue to meet Mondays and Thursdays for weights. She said she’s at the gym at 6 anyway and this wouldn’t be a problem for her. So…I got up Tuesday and today at 5am, was on the elliptical trainer by 6:05 and was at work by 7:30.

Interesting thing to note, Dear Reader. I actually like going early in the morning. It’s hard to explain, but it makes me feel like I’m part of a special group of people that want to work out. I was amazed, and I mean that sincerely, at the number of people at the gym on Tuesday morning. It was jammed…and that was cool! Plus, I really felt energized on Tuesday when I got to work and I didn’t have to rush like I do during lunch.

I will admit to being a little sleepy today, but I think it’s because I’m getting a cold or sinus infection…but I still went to the gym. And going to the gym when feeling sick, Dear Reader, is amazing in and of itself. So…we shall see.


Fun across The Pond

I received a series of emails from two friends of mine in Scotland and it reminded me of how much fun I had over there.

We spent the evening at Ali’s home a few days after we arrived. The women on the trip were having a “Women’s Pudding”, which is basically a desert party. Pudding in Scotland refers to desert of any type…I think. Not to be outdone, the men had a “Guy’s Night Out” with typical man food; beer, wine, chips (crisps), mini salami, etc. It started out as “Guy’s Night Out” but eventually turned into “Make fun of Ali’s music collection”.

I will be the first to admit that I didn’t actually see Ali’s collection, but from the tidbits we were given, his tastes are, um, different than mine. And not in a good way. Sorry, Ali. However, I truly believe that if it weren’t for Ali’s musical, uh, taste, I’d have not gotten quite as close to these people.

Hearing the way Neal and Andy carried on with Ali allowed me to find out what the boundaries were. It immediately became clear to me that these guys were just like my friends in the States. You could absolutely destroy their taste in music or sports or literature or whatever and remain perfectly comfortable that they were taking the jokes as just that and nothing more. From then on, I could be “me”.

The reason for explaining this is Ali discovered a comment I’d left on Andy’s blog about his iPod and responded via email with a hilarious and well-written account of why it is what it is. Andy, of course, countered with another incredibly funny response which had me laughing out loud. Both emails reminded me of why I miss these guys and can’t wait to get back to see them.