Hey Freak!

OK, so I haven't worked out or gone to the gym in, oh... quite some time. Over a year since I've gone regularly. I've just been lazy, you know?

So, for the past few months, every time I see my mom, she keeps telling me how thin I've gotten... how small I've gotten... how pale I've gotten. Really? I mean, I guess moms can be prone to being overly critical, but really? Sure, I've lost some weight, but she makes it seem like I'm wasting away (this, coming from a woman who's barely five feet tall, and weighs probably ninety pounds). All I hear from her is "How are you doing? Have you gone to the gym yet?"

I swear, she's worse than my conscience.

Eh, shoot. Maybe I'll head to the gym today. Really, I've been meaning to for a few weeks now. About a month ago, I was at Mission Valley Center (a nearby mall), and I saw Nasser El Sonbaty there, with one of his training partners (presumably - I mean, they were both wide as houses). Now, most don't know who he is... he's a professional bodybuilder who has finished in the top 5 for the Mr. Olympia Contest (bodybuilding's premier event - his best placing was 2nd in 1997). The dude is freaking huge. I mean huge. Anyone who's not even six feet tall, but weighs more than 300 lbs. is pretty damned big, yanno? Anyway, he was nice enough to talk to me for a sec, and of course, he also prodded me to get back into the gym.

So, now... looking at what I've just written... there's a tiny, tiny woman, and a huge bodybuilder, and they agree on one thing - I need to hit the gym. OK, I get it now.

I guess I'll be hitting the gym tonight.