This was a statement i never really expected to find myself saying. Especially after my previous attempt at a relationship with Fitness First which ended in a quickie 3 hour divorce not unlike Britney Spears' Vegas marriage. It was probably the exact same. I was just caught up in a moment after being sweet talked on the street and before i knew what i was agreeing to i had signed a pre-nup and had a ring on my finger... sorry an ugly backpack in my lap. I somehow managed to get myself out of that and was wary about entering any other relationship.
I rushed into another fitness relationship but they really do seem to be the one. Relaxed and understanding, cheap and friendly. it is everything i was after. Plus, the pretentious nature associated with other gyms does not appear to be present because the weights here aren't so heavy. If you want to bench sumo wrestlers or curl baby elephants you are not welcome here.
My progress is stunted. have not been for a week but plan to rectify that tonight... and i have been saying that for a week. it is good to be noticed though and yesterday mum said "it was only a few weeks ago my muscles were bigger than yours." thanks Mum ( i wish it wasn't true).
It seems a good place to pick up because the girls who go there are obviously health conscious and fit (if not, hoping to be fit soon) and all of the other guys seem to be too focused watching themselves flex in the mirrors to notice a girl walk by. problem is though, the girls seem more interested in the guys flexing too!
protein shake please, make it a double.
Monday, 28 February 2011
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Looking Good Isn't Important...
It's Everything.
This Ben Sherman quote is one that i do try to live by. At least i thought so. But then there are those early mornings on the train when i don't have the time to have my face washed or my hair done. with my shirt sticking out at the back, tie loosely clinging somewhere between my chin and navel. Clearly, as much as i tell myself that it is the case, it is not a mantra i am able to live by.
i simply use it to justify buying clothes i can't afford and products i don't really need.
one of the biggest fashion faux pas' in my opinion is the fascination that men have with white shoes, particularly at relatively formal events. white shoes and suits simply screech tres bogan and are generally complemented with JD & coke. i don't understand why people feel the need to wear white shoes to the races, weddings, formals etc and break tradition as well as grossly offend anyone who has not accompanied them through this sin. today i was waiting for some lights to change at George St and noticed someone on the other side of the road in a black suit and white shoes. it was like looking directly into the sun. you hate it, it really really hurts, but you can't stop. i had to walk into Hugo Boss and have a quick look around straight after to make myself feel better about the world. luckily, it worked.
with the Autumn Carnival racing coming up i am not looking forward to seeing the trendy guys with their white shoe ensemble so may need to drink copious amounts of alcohol. classy.
oh well it could be worse, before they went under Ed Hardy could have produced suits...
This Ben Sherman quote is one that i do try to live by. At least i thought so. But then there are those early mornings on the train when i don't have the time to have my face washed or my hair done. with my shirt sticking out at the back, tie loosely clinging somewhere between my chin and navel. Clearly, as much as i tell myself that it is the case, it is not a mantra i am able to live by.
i simply use it to justify buying clothes i can't afford and products i don't really need.
one of the biggest fashion faux pas' in my opinion is the fascination that men have with white shoes, particularly at relatively formal events. white shoes and suits simply screech tres bogan and are generally complemented with JD & coke. i don't understand why people feel the need to wear white shoes to the races, weddings, formals etc and break tradition as well as grossly offend anyone who has not accompanied them through this sin. today i was waiting for some lights to change at George St and noticed someone on the other side of the road in a black suit and white shoes. it was like looking directly into the sun. you hate it, it really really hurts, but you can't stop. i had to walk into Hugo Boss and have a quick look around straight after to make myself feel better about the world. luckily, it worked.
with the Autumn Carnival racing coming up i am not looking forward to seeing the trendy guys with their white shoe ensemble so may need to drink copious amounts of alcohol. classy.
oh well it could be worse, before they went under Ed Hardy could have produced suits...
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
It's been a while coming...
But here we are. I have submitted to the self-indulgent world that is a blog. Don't get me wrong, i have nothing against anyone else who takes part in it but, unlike some people i know, i refuse to classify this as freelance writing.
That's something i hope i will get to a bit later in life.
I like to write. I like to write about things i am passionate about and things that irritate me no ends. Pretty girls on my train, why i need a new job, frosty fruits, what is wrong with the world, white shoes with suits, etc. If you choose to stay with me through a range of these things, i hope you enjoy the ride.
Work has not been overly lovely to me of late and one thing that has been helping me get through it is cadbury creme eggs. despite my efforts of a healthier lifestyle i have again fallen into the trap that exists somewhere between a chocolate egg and a creamy centre. i'm trapped. forced to eat my way out of it with each new bite bringing more orgasmic sensations to my tastebuds. it is a battle i allow myself to lose. and a situation i plan to continue to get myself into for as long as the Easter stocks stay in stores. my sweet tooth may create some problems in the future.
Sculpt a super body or get fat with dignity. it's a tough choice.
That's something i hope i will get to a bit later in life.
I like to write. I like to write about things i am passionate about and things that irritate me no ends. Pretty girls on my train, why i need a new job, frosty fruits, what is wrong with the world, white shoes with suits, etc. If you choose to stay with me through a range of these things, i hope you enjoy the ride.
Work has not been overly lovely to me of late and one thing that has been helping me get through it is cadbury creme eggs. despite my efforts of a healthier lifestyle i have again fallen into the trap that exists somewhere between a chocolate egg and a creamy centre. i'm trapped. forced to eat my way out of it with each new bite bringing more orgasmic sensations to my tastebuds. it is a battle i allow myself to lose. and a situation i plan to continue to get myself into for as long as the Easter stocks stay in stores. my sweet tooth may create some problems in the future.
Sculpt a super body or get fat with dignity. it's a tough choice.
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