That stupid place with all the equipment

I am not a musclehead. I hate muscleheads. You know who they are. They spend more time talking to the other muscleheads than they do on the weights, but they feel like it's justified because they're talking about a recent article in I Have A Small Pecker So I'm Here Four Hours A Day magazine. I hate these guys. They grunt, they high five (fellas, the high five left with the air quotes), and they drop weights and scare the hell out of me. They never run, though. I mean, they NEVER run. So, if any of them get insulted by this blog and come after me, well, I'll just walk briskly. Stupid muscleheads.

I try to go to the gym 5-6 days a week, but this is a factor of me getting fat, fat, fatter over the course of 5 years or so. Not Orka fat, but the kind of fat a happy father gets after he has two or so kids. With that said, if I had never made a Sunday tradition of the Special C at Hong Kong Express, I probably wouldn't go to the gym now. Truth be told, I kinda hate the place.

So, I went today because I'm about 10 lbs away from where I want to be and I was actually excited to be there. As excited as I would have been to be sitting on the couch? No. But excited nonetheless. See, today was the first day of an 8 week "beat the shit out of yourself" program. It's the Belly Off program through Men's Health, and it looks a lot more tame on paper than it is in reality. There is not one second of this thing that's enjoyable to me. Not one, but if my boys over at the Mag tell me it works, then I'm in. Stay tuned. Moving forward, this will be my Monday blog, so if you don't give a shit what the progress is of my workout (and really, who could blame you), then don't chime in on Mondays. Deal? Deal.

Current weight? 182.