Friday, December 05, 2003
The Fat of the Land
"More PT, sir, more PT! We like it! We love it! We need more of it!"
Some years ago, I heard this chant from a group of military guys in some documentary on boot camp, the Seals, or OCS or something. It's been rolling over and over in my head for the past two days.
The holidays are reeking havoc on my physique. This time last year, I was working out two times a day, rigorously following the Body for Life manner of eating, and really enjoying being thin, buff and not back looking for a corn fed son of a pig farmer from Indiana. In about 5 months, I lost 30 pounds of ugly fat.
Well, it seems I've found the ugly fat under a rock somewhere, and it unexplainably re-attached itself to the host. I have rich foods, fine wines, a wife who is a heckuva cook and imported brew to thank. Coupled with my passion for all good things in moderate excess, I'm looking more and more like the pre-Subway Jared, and I don't like it.
On Tuesday, our company will receive a visit from a representative of 24 Hour Fitness. Seems the owners of the company purchased a platinum membership thingy for the company, and we can enroll without paying the usual setup fees. A nominal month to month payment - pay as you go - and we have access to all the sweat-inducing, muscle-cramping, no-pain-no-gain plethora of torture machines we can stand. Not to mention the spin classes (which is apparently a new term for riding a stationary bike) and aerobics we can stomach.
I am so there. It will good to be thin again.
Some years ago, I heard this chant from a group of military guys in some documentary on boot camp, the Seals, or OCS or something. It's been rolling over and over in my head for the past two days.
The holidays are reeking havoc on my physique. This time last year, I was working out two times a day, rigorously following the Body for Life manner of eating, and really enjoying being thin, buff and not back looking for a corn fed son of a pig farmer from Indiana. In about 5 months, I lost 30 pounds of ugly fat.
Well, it seems I've found the ugly fat under a rock somewhere, and it unexplainably re-attached itself to the host. I have rich foods, fine wines, a wife who is a heckuva cook and imported brew to thank. Coupled with my passion for all good things in moderate excess, I'm looking more and more like the pre-Subway Jared, and I don't like it.
On Tuesday, our company will receive a visit from a representative of 24 Hour Fitness. Seems the owners of the company purchased a platinum membership thingy for the company, and we can enroll without paying the usual setup fees. A nominal month to month payment - pay as you go - and we have access to all the sweat-inducing, muscle-cramping, no-pain-no-gain plethora of torture machines we can stand. Not to mention the spin classes (which is apparently a new term for riding a stationary bike) and aerobics we can stomach.
I am so there. It will good to be thin again.
