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Stories About The Gym Ahh, the gym. Recently, I've started liking going to the gym by myself- but only in the mornings, when it is quiet and not filled with the Bulging-Bicep-Guys or the Size-2s. It is really disheartening for me to work out next to someone who is both smaller and stronger than me, or way huge and buff and grunting. I don't know- it is probably a personality defect of mine, but my self-esteem about my body is so low right now that I don't need any sucker punches to my self-worth gut from the waifs or the 'roid enraged. I don't think I like working out with J either- the last time we went to the gym, he laughed at me when I was trying to lift weights- he said I made a funny face- but he knows more than anyone how I feel that I look stupid in the weight room, and that I worry people are watching me and judging me. It just seemed like the antithesis of support of my trying to get in shape. But, I am going to the gym on my own in the mornings, and I feel way better each time I come back. Today, while doing cardio, I kept the mantra "bounce a quarter off my ass" (which is my goal- to have an ass you can bounce a quarter off of) going in my head, and it helped me stay on the treadmill for 30 minutes. Mantras help me focus my mind, and I think I have my new weight-loss chant :) said the Dread Pirate Ro at 9:43 AM on February 14, 2005 Aarrgh! 3 scurvy dogs said "Ahoy, matey!"
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