Added Incentive
I have written here a few times about my efforts to regain my girlish figure. For instance, lately I’ve cut back on the instant coffee to prevent the growth of more moobage. But over the past 6 to 8 weeks I’ve actually resorted to drastic measures to lose some weight.
I’ve been exercising.
I know! What a novel concept, right?
I have been hitting the gym three or four times a week. I usually do between 20 and 30 minutes of running on the treadmill and then do a light weight workout of squats, bench and shoulder press, lat pull-downs, hamstring curls and leg extensions, and abdominal and lower back exercises. I then collapse in a heap lay down on a stretching mat and force my body to become a tad more flexible than the tin man from the Wizard of Oz.
Over the past month I have begun to notice changes in my physique. My waist line has been the biggest beneficiary as it has shrunk enough that I can now cinch the belt another notch. I have also welcomed back some muscles that I thought were long gone. My shoulders and chest are becoming a bit more manly and a bit less womanly and I can now make my pecs dance when looking at myself in the mirror. Which is, by the way, a great way to pass the time when you’re bored.
I’ve been so good that I decided to reward myself by purchasing some newer exercise clothes. So I went to Target and bought a few shirts and a pair of shorts. Now I should tell you that I never try on clothes when I go shopping. I know my size so I just pull off what I want and pay for it. So when I grabbed the shirts, I didn’t even think twice about trying them on. Well, last night when I went to put on my new shirt to go exercise at the Y, I noticed that my shirt was a bit… um… tight. So tight that it left nothing to the imagination.
And, since I’m still a work in progress, I was a bit concerned that my dancing pecs wouldn’t be enough to distract people from the slight pudge in my mid-section. But my wife, who has a great sense of humor and probably chuckled silently to herself all last night, persuaded me that I looked good. So, taking her word for it, I went off and exercised with the tightest shirt known to mankind.
I survived. Turns out, dancing pecs do distract from pudgy midsections.
Now, since I bought three of these shirts, I have to keep working on that midsection because dancing pecs can only take a guy so far.
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I think we need video of the dancing pecs. Just sayin.
Good for you for sticking with it.
Comment by Issa — October 9, 2008 @ 8:49 am
I agree with Issa, I clicked the link thinking it was a video of you…lol. Anyway, just wanted to say, great job! I’m trying to get some exercise worked into my life as well and I know how hard it can be.
Comment by Equipoise — October 9, 2008 @ 9:13 am
Good for you! I’ve been on the same exercise bender for the last couple months but unfortunately haven’t seen earth-shattering results like I’d hoped. Hmmm, maybe because I’m not 24 anymore? Or I refuse to give up my nightly beer? Or eat nothing but rabbit food? Whatever the case, I’m feeling good, getting stronger and starting to develop a crush on the ellipical machine.
Comment by Kate — October 9, 2008 @ 9:43 am
Good for you on the exercising, but if you really want your girlish figure back, I would be hitting the instant with abandon, brother!
Comment by James — October 9, 2008 @ 1:35 pm
I got on the scale at the doctor’s office and was quite sad at the number that came up. I mean, I’m only 10 weeks pregnant – gotta watch my Hobbit-like eating habits.
Comment by Deanna — October 9, 2008 @ 4:36 pm
Your wife did/said exactly what she was supposed to, it’s in the job description/instructions we’re given written in special ink (which can only be read by us women) on the back of our marriage certificate. When our husbands believe our, “No honey that shirt doesn’t look too tight on you, it’s really kind of sexy!” and the “I hadn’t even noticed you were losing more hair,” well then we’ve done our job & all is right in the world—LOL!!
Great job with the workout and continued success!
Hugs & Blessings!
Comment by MamaChanga — October 9, 2008 @ 11:04 pm
I can make my midsection do that. Does that count?
Congrats. My body is a work in progress.
Comment by DC Urban Dad — October 10, 2008 @ 5:06 am
what is this thing you call exercise?
Comment by ali — October 10, 2008 @ 9:07 am
I empathize, sympathize, and feel your pain. It’s terrible how they’ve been shrinking shirt sizes on us. I’m not sure if it’s to save money on fabric or some sort of ghastly designers idea (Hugh Hefner?), but it’s a problem for all sizes but the toothpicks.
Comment by ByJane — October 10, 2008 @ 12:03 pm
You’re a brave man to wearing nipple shirts.
Comment by Hygiene Dad — October 11, 2008 @ 8:01 am
VIDEO! VIDEO! VIDEO!
Bring it on.
Comment by Anissa@Hope4Peyton — October 11, 2008 @ 5:19 pm
Well done. I’ve been at the Y exercising about three times a week too. I even got a trainer to work with me once and was in pain for two days after.
Comment by Darren — October 16, 2008 @ 10:08 am