Crapcrapcrapcrap....

Well, this weekend was a blast. I didn't get to play much, but we played as a family. There were adventures to be had, with the wife's car granding a coolant hose during the OU game, the neighborhood block party with a 25 foot inflatable waterslide and my godson's first birthday party. You gotta love new parents. They go totally apeshit the first year with the party, but in three they'll be turning kids loose in Carlos E. Queso's with pockets full of tokens and hunting the beer vendor. It was a blast.

As to the title of my latest entry, the wifey has been working out at the Curves gym near the house. That outfit keeps the ladies coming back, it's an awesome idea. I have watched her progress and she is doing very well, making the changes she wants and really helping her self esteem. As we all know a lady that feels beautiful and sexy is a pleasure to be around!

As I have watched her, I began to look at myself. In the last five years since we got custody of the TylerMonster, I have really let myself go. Not to brag, but I used to have a 30 inch waist, a 42 inch chest and the ability to benchpress twice my body weight. Now I get dizzy standing up off the crapper in the morning!

So since I can't go to Curves (It is a women only joint), I decided I would join the other gym in our neighborhood. It's pretty nice with a pool and raquetball courts, but the kcker is the daycare center. Ten bucks extra a month and no worries about the kddo. He can sit and do his homework while I go try and lose twenty-five pounds.

So tonight I go for the first time, the wifey already has a membership. I go through the spiel with BOBBY, (I put his name in all caps, because he was that sure of himself) and sign my ass up. I head up to the cardio room for 15 minutes and get on a bike and pedal my ass off. I didn't want to be the guy blowing snot bubbles on the treadmill my first day, so I'm easing into it. After 15, I feel as though I've been kicked in the back of the leg, my left hammy telling me I'm an asshole. Cool down nice and slow, so as not to bring notice to myself. Don't want to be the fat guy trying to relive his HS football glory days and failing miserably. I can do that after I'm more comfortable.

I go downstairs to the cable room to do some assisted pullups and dips, work on the ol' "chick getters", my arms and chest. Assisted, as in using 100 pounds of ballast to help me up. Crap. I used to be able to do 20 pullups, dead-hang Marine Corps style. I was SWEATING like a whore in church just to do TEN!! Switch to dips, every fricking muscle in my chest and arms start doing a Singer sewing machine impression, I'm vibrating like an old buick in need of a front end alignment. Crappitycrapcrap.

I knock out a few sets, really starting to feel it, and call it good before I do permanent damage to my self. Don't overwork it, you'll never go back.

I sat for a few minutes waiting for the wife to finish her SECOND workout of the day, wondering if I really need to do this anymore. I'm not buying the fricking XBox Live Camera anyhow- You'll never know if I'm shaped like my couch or not!

I'm sore already, and it's only been two hours. Tomorrow is gonna suck.

Crap.