Of course, almost three years ago, I had a beautiful 24 year old dragging me to the gym and inspiring me to be the best possible version of myself.
I lost 50 lbs on my Gorgeous Girlfriend Fitness Plan, and I highly recommend it to anyone who is serious about getting into better shape.
It all seemed to go downhill for me in the fitness department, though, when I started this blog. I’m not sure what it is about blogging that screws with my metabolism, but it’s obvious, when you examine the timeline, that it was setting out on this daily writing adventure that led me to rediscovering a much larger version of myself.
I met with the Health Coach at work today. For all the silliness I post about being chained to my desk at work, my employer is very generous when it comes to Wellness.
We get a $250 stipend every year to spend on anything wellness/fitness related. So those new sneakers and running shorts I bought last week didn’t end up costing me a dime.
We also get a steep discount on our health insurance if we hit certain wellness goals, and we have the Health Coach at our disposal to discuss exercise goals, diet plans, and workout options. It’s quite nice.
In talking to the Health Coach today, I mentioned that I was in much better shape before I started my blog. I also added that it was much easier to hit my workout goals when The Girl Who Looked Amazing In Running Shorts And A Jogging Bra was there to smile proudly at me when I kicked ass at the gym.
We discussed how much my self image is linked to my relationship status. When I was madly in love, I would’ve done anything to make my Sweetheart happy. Going to the gym was just another way to spend time with her, running hard was a way to impress her, and looking so fit and handsome was how I got her to look at me with such love in her eyes.
Seeing her smile at me, having her feel my muscles, and listening to her compliment how handsome I looked was all the inspiration I needed. I knew I was much older than her and she was far too good looking for a dorky boy from Brooklyn, so I wanted to be in the best shape possible to prove that I was not only worthy of her heart, but also that I was going to be around to grow very old with her.
Until I realize that working out reminds me of my old gym partner, which makes me miss her and not want to do something that is so linked to her in my heart and mind.
I become a pouting little boy who believes that no one wants to play with him.
I’m telling you, Modern Philosophers, this blog is to blame for my being so out of shape. I used to run 5 miles four times a week, lift weights, go to the gym, do pushups on the floor of my office just for fun, and play basketball on my lunch breaks.
Then I started this blog, and I stopped doing all those things.
Maybe it’s the pressure of being a blogger. Perhaps the success of it has gone to my head. There’s a possibility it has to do with fans of my blog buying me dessert when they see me out in public. Of course, it doesn’t help that I wear these baggy togas all the time.
I just wish I could figure out how to balance blogging and fitness. I teol the Health Coach about my idea to try to get off work early a couple of days a week so I can go for a run. I’ve tried getting up early to get in my miles before work, but that’s been a struggle.
Then maybe when I get back into shape, women will want to go out with me again.
I hate that this blog is the reason I’ve become physically unfit, but I can’t think of any other change in my life at that time that could be responsible. It’s just so weird…