To be ripped, no gain without pain
GEEZ I’ve let myself go this winter and the previous two or three before that, and the summers as well.
I’ve forgot to go to the gym now, for the last one to maybe two years and I tell you what, I am a mess.
Have you ever woken up and looked in the mirror and thought, “Hmmmmm, I wonder what went wrong, I used to be fit; hell, this keg used to be a six pack”.
Then you kind of get used to how you’ve become, the wiggles, the unintentional truffle shuffle every time you walk at a brisk pace, the muffin tops: you’ve eaten so many of them they’ve attached themselves to your hips.
I was a husky child, round, then I had a growth spurt and a metabolism that let me eat whatever I wanted and because I was so active, I was a lean, mean, fighting machine.
But the slow decline of an active lifestyle, turning into a full- time working, stressing, eating machine, has killed the once- solid frame, transforming me into the Michelin Man.
I’m knocking on the door of 30 and the old adage, I’m not getting any younger, definitely applies here. I’m getting rounder, that’s for certain, and it takes a little longer to get going but hopefully that’s all about to change.
Well, that’s all over; if you hear a fully grown man sobbing like a child today it’s probably me, struggling after my first gym session in a very, very long time.
I have no doubt I will be weak, very unfit and if I do it right, probably throw up. I can only imagine how I’m going to feel this afternoon: muscles hurting, legs wobbling; I’ll probably just break out in the seats looking at the gym, so once I get in there, who knows what’s going to happen?
I’m well aware that it is hard work; nothing comes easy and it will be a long hard slog, but you’ve got to risk it for the biscuit; well, once the diet starts it will probably risk it for the kale or protein shake.
And before you start, I’m not doing it for some vain reason to be a massive human being, ripped so all the people be ‘ mirin’ my shredded bod.
Nah, none of that; it’s about living. I like living, it’s probably the best thing I’ll ever do, and I’d like to continue doing it, without having to wash myself with a rag on a stick.