By Dave the Drummer
I realised the other day that there is pretty much no way I’m ever gonna be a fatty. I’ve been very thin my whole life, I’m one of those people that can pile away the food and never put on any weight. Lately, I’ve been eating more than usual, and LOST weight. So lame. So instead of giving up, like I usually would, I figured I’d do something else, because I really dislike how I look. It’s one of those things that destroys my confidence. I’m gonna work the fuck out every damn day and try to not look like a stick man, hopefully add at the very least a hint of definition beyond “Paper”.
Today was the beginning of that. It went terribly. I got myself a workout DVD, and after twenty or so minutes of looking ridiculous, I puked and passed out on the floor of my bathroom. I asked Dani, our resident not-an-unfit-lazy-fuck, if this was normal, and apparently it’s not. My entire everything ached. I had the worst headache ever. As of writing this, I’ve just began being able to move without feeling an exploding pain behind my eyes. Did you know hair could hurt? It was that bad. It’s STILL not great. I’m lying here, cursing my genetics and know that tomorrow, I’m gonna do it all over again, with any luck minus the vomit.
I know that this isn’t a fitness blog, or a fitness show, or a fitness anything. GLR has the word “Love” in the name, but that’s not what it’s all about. It’s about bettering yourself, bringing yourself to a point where you feel you’d be more comfortable out in the terrifying world where the people you wanna date are, and hope that whatever you changed is something that would make those same people want to date you. We’re totally not experts at any of this shit. What that means is we’re about on a level playing field as you guys and gals. We’re going along for the ride, too, and reporting our findings. What have we got to lose, besides lunch? Francis talked about holding yourself accountable, and letting yourself be held accountable to other people.
So, here’s the deal, I’m gonna do this shit even if it kills me. I’ll bitch, moan and be a little wimp, but this is a thing that’s gonna happen, and I’m gonna let you all fuckin’ know about it. Hopefully, some of you’ll be inspired and / or get a laugh out of it, plus it’ll give me a reason to write more for the blog. Along the way, you guys can pick a long-term project, anything, something you’ve always wanted to do but thought it was too scary or too much work. If I don’t do this, I will post my address and you can all send me poop in the mail (I know I missed out on the fetish episode, so you’ll have to trust me when I tell you this is not a sexy thing at all).
So, expect an update full of stuff next week at the same time. I’ll be sharing things I learned, how long it took for me to pass out and a bunch more stuff. I have no idea how to end this post, so here is a
picture of what I wrote down in between the exercises.
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NOTE: I’m at work, picture will be posted soon.
By Francis
Okay, well, the only thing I wanted to put in is that, Dave and I come from two totally different sides of the spectrum. I’m about 3 times his size ala the Blob, and he’s like, Steve Rogers pre-Captain America. But we’re not doing this just to be healthy, even though I am sort of, and he is sort of, but that’s not the point. We’re trying to do this not only to feel better, but to also be better. Right now, I’m not feeling all that awesome, and I know I let myself go. I mean, I would like to some day attract a beautiful nerd girl, because hell, I’m surrounded by them!! Dave on the other hand is naturally thin, but maybe the geek girl out there isn’t interested in JUST skin and bone, but someone who could probably kick ass.
So here we are, as he wonderfully expands on my post on Tuesday and shares his own purpose and reasoning and want to be a better person. Like he said, we’re on the same road as you readers and listeners out there. I’ve started, much like him, and the first few days are brutal. But I’m sticking it out, much like he is. Anyway, I’m done. Don’t need another whole blog post in addition to what he already wrote. I’m telling you, I can’t call myself a writer either anymore. Haha. My two co-hosts have me beat!!! Time to hone my writing skills, so I can pay my momma’s bills.
