I had considered myself a gym rat since I was 17 years old. I would go to the gym 6-7 times a week without fail for over 15 years. I even competed in figure contests locally. I was 6 percent body fat and muscle everywhere and wore a size 2 pants and a size S in tops. Trainers in my gym would constantly tell me that the women they trained would point at me and say that I, was what they wanted to look like and the men they trained would say, well, they were men. Nuf said.
Notice how this is all in the past tense?
Well, throw in a baby, being in my late 30's, loving my wine and skittles, being for the most part a single, do it all by my self mommy and all of the above has ceased to be true any more.
Now, I am not fat and I do still work out, play soccer and run small 5k races, but I am no where near where I used to be body wise. My clothing size has gone up, well lets just say more than a few sizes and body parts aren't in the same places as they used to be. I am pretty sure that NO-one notices me any more unless I fall of the treadmill because I accidentally hit the arrow up button too fast. I go to the gym 1-2 times a week if I am lucky and lately I haven't been so lucky. Like say, once last week and before that, umm, well it had been a few months. Ouch.
We (myself and all of the other gym rats) used to hate this time of year. January 1st brought in all the New Years Resolution'rs and you couldn't move without one of them taking your machine, stealing your weight, using "your" treadmill, etc... Well guess what folks.
I am hitting the gym tonight, so that I don't get mistaken for one of "THEM". My girlfriend said that she would act like she didn't know me if I showed up J 1 all up in her grill like I was a regular. She said that she would call me out in front of all of the meat heads that don't notice me anymore.
So, my resolution starts today! I refuse to look 40 or 39 or what ever the hell age I am. I refuse to go up another pant size and I am single now for God sakes, I want to be looked at like a piece of meat again. Plus, I have to be faster than a certain someone. I guess they like the chase. Uhhemmmmm.