Bro, wassup dude? Wanna go lift? Come on in. Sorry if my neck gets in the way. I’ve been to the gym again so, in a nutshell… I’m ripped, bra.
Facing the intimidation of the gym was rough and I didn’t do it alone. Thank you to Meg Brown, Fit Bitch, for meeting me at the gym for my first time in 1,000 years and continuing to encourage and inspire me, complete with artful profanity. Thank you to Meg’s followers on Facebook whose comments about new people at the gym touched my heart and gave me the courage to go. Thank you to the ripped lady at the gym who said, “I like your shirt.” I was wearing my t-shirt that says ‘downsizing’ on it. You made me feel like I belonged there. Thank you to Trevor Rajcic, my friend who works at Goodlife gym on Canyon Meadows. Trevor & his posse of friends have supported my standup career for years. They come to see me even when all I have to offer is dusty material, and they still laugh. These friends are roughly in their mid to late 20s. They are kind, fun, cool, hip, positive, beautifully sarcastic, good looking and to be dead honest, it makes me feel cool that they like me. Trevor, I feel welcome and safe at the gym and you’re a big part of that. You’re a genuine dude.
And now to my new friend, The Gym. I do the weight machine circuit. On my first day, I figured I knew how to use a few and if I didn’t, I could look at the pictures to figure it out; or stalk other people using them. I got to the hip abduction machine, which appealed to me instantly as I pictured someone abducting the extra padding off my hips and scurrying away to sell it on eBay. The parts where you put your knees were anchored in place and I didn’t know how to release them, so I asked a young buck nearby to show me how the machine worked. Only moments later, I realized to my horror that the hip abduction machine could also be named The Crotch Flasher and nobody would argue. It’s fair to say we both felt slightly embarrassed. That didn’t stop me from doing 3 sets of 15 reps of crotch-flashing. Oddly, both the young buck and his friend stayed more than 20 feet away from me from that point on.
Big thanks to Robyn who commented on last week’s blog. Robyn told me about DietBet. There are new DietBet games starting all the time. You buy into a game then have 4 weeks to lose 4% of your body weight. So, if you’re 100 lbs, you lose 4; 200 lbs, you lose 8; if you’re me, you lose a fair bit more than 8. Ha! If you achieve your goal, you and the other achievers split the pot of money. If you don’t, you lose your buy-in, which in my case was $35. This bet has brought out my determination. I’m hell bent on winning this bet. Being part of a group focused on the same goal really butters my bread too.
A guy posted on the X929 Facebook page (which you should like immediately) and asked why I wasn’t just losing weight to be healthy instead of for money or radio material. Fair question. He likely doesn’t know that I’ve been Losing Lori for 37 weeks and this is way more marathon than sprint, particularly since the things I’m doing to lose weight and be healthy are things I intend to do for the rest of my life. It’s not about the money. This is not my new retirement plan. But hot damn, a sprig of fresh motivation goes a long way, and this is working. Also, while I adore my radio job and the people with whom I work, the impetus for this would never be to get material for the radio. This is about becoming super healthy. Yeah, yeah, if I get smokin’ hot during the process, I won’t kvetch about it.
Whoa, dude. I lost 4.5 pounds this week. To add to the celebration, I’m down a pants size and am wearing the motivational jeans I’ve had hanging in my bedroom for many weeks now. YEEHEE! Have an amazing week, you luscious thing, you.
Pounds lost this week: 4.5
Total pounds lost: 59