My Boyfriend and I had a conversation one night about how we don’t
have any common hobbies or interests other than lying on the couch. He proposed
the idea of working out together. He thought it would be good to spend that
time together and I agreed.
Sweet Jesus…what was I thinking? He is a mass of
muscles and strength and I break a sweat answering the phone.
So…I did what anybody in my position would do. I went out
and spent $200 on a new outfit. It was nice or so I thought until I saw my reflection in the 50 mirrors they have hanging in the gym. I looked like an over-stuffed sausage! Confidence…-5.The Rowing Machine…Looks easy enough. You strap your feet in and reach for the handles. Right? Ummm, that’s if you CAN reach the handles! What the hell…My boobs and my belly were in the way…I literally could not reach them without crushing my spleen. “Be Cool Jo”… all eyes are on you (or so I thought). It could have been my obvious struggle or the fact that they could see my birthmark through my ridiculously tight pants. So I pretend like I’m stretching…extend the legs and reach! Nope…fail…missed. Pretend like you were just stretchin’ out the old back. Sorry Spleen, But I’m going in… If medically possible, I think I damaged my ‘muffin-top’.
By now I’d say I’m warm so I do a quick 5 minutes on this bad boy while stealing glances at my man hoping he’s not gazing over at me.
Now, we pump iron…For the love of god I am so weak. I’m
pushing 40lbs and the Hulk is pushing 300lbs. That can’t be healthy.
All that to say, I did it, I lived through it…I survived the
first week. Did it bring us closer together? Time will tell. If I develop a six
pack and a rock-hard ass, I will be one grateful Mama.
To Be Continued…
