Day Four
Weight, this morning: 278 lbs. Consumed 1516 calories; burned 567 on the elliptical (30 minutes). Still not dead.
Along with Manda and me, there was a woman in her early thirties workgin out in the gym as well. So, I put to you, people who are skinnier than I: when you see someone working out in your gym, be it the big mega-gym or your apartment complex microgym, who is packing several dozen more pounds than they’re supposed to, how do you initially react? Do you look at them and think, “Wow, good on that person for getting off their lazy arses and trying”? Or, is it more along the lines of “Jebus, I’m going to work out twice as hard now, just to make sure I never look like that”?
Please bear in mind: either answer, or whatever else your reaction may be, is totally fine by me. I could give neither a farthing or a fig what anyone thinks of me while I’m working out, as long as I’m doing it in the first place. I used to be pretty vain about going to gyms – that is, I wouldn’t go because I wasn’t Rick Derris or whatnot. Now, I’m on a slow and steady monorail to health. I’ll look acceptable in my skin soon enough.
