Avery, get up and go work out. You love it, and it will be fun.

I need to start working out again! Writing it on here is another step to make that happen. It is going to act as a reminder for me to go work out. Who can ignore a title like that? Obviously the half ton man can, but not me.

I love working out. I don't know why I stopped. I feel fantastic, and proud of myself while doing it. The effects after are just as good. Instantly I have a better view of myself, and I feel energized. Seriously I can look in the mirror before working out and not be impressed with what I see. But I can work out once then look in the mirror again, and I feel so much better about myself. I swear that my arms got more defined after just one work out. They didn't. But what matters is I think they did, because having a break from not being happy with my body is wonderful.
I had been working out every day for about four months, and had begun to see some actual improvements. Small improvements, I got a bit more tone. But I couldn't put any solid muscle on, so I stopped. I got discouraged by the fact that no matter how long or hard I work out, I am not going to have the body I want. I am not going to work out for a month, or a year and wake up buff. It is just not going to happen. I am not going to have biceps that bulge when I flex, or pecs that dance if I wanted them too. Sometimes a person just needs pecs that dance, don't judge me.

It is a damn good thing I eat decently, and that I am naturally tone. Otherwise, I would have a serious problem. Inside me is a 45-year-old, divorced, balding, overweight man. If you don't believe me, then you haven't seen me park alone in the DQ parking lot and eat ice cream. I sound fat now. I just want to make it clear that I am not out of shape. I am naturally tone, and slim. No skinny fat going on here, or regular fat.

So why should I work out if I am not going to get the results that I want?
I need to find the answer to that question, until then I know I won't stick to a work out plan.

I should work out for the mental relief I get from it. For calm and focus I have while working out. There was a point when I felt that working out was the best part of my day. I need to get back to that. For the pride I feel when I pushing myself through that last set, or when I improve at something. The relief I feel when I look in the mirror and can feel okay about myself, that right there should be enough. If flexing my abs in the mirror saves me from focusing on the things I don't like, then I am going to flex.
Working out is never a bad thing. It will improve my overall health, and that is a plus.
When I work out regularly, it improves other aspects of my life. Spiritually, I become more aware of myself and my body. I am happier, and more productive at work. My day becomes more schedualed, and I fit more things in.
If I decide at some point that hormones are right for me and start taking them, they make it possible to put muscle on. If have already incorporated working out into my daily life, I will be a step ahead for making muscles happen.

My best bud, and my younger brother, has started to work out. I mentioned the idea of being work out buddies to him, and he seemed to like it. We are going to go for walks by the river, and do weights together. It will be easier to get back into working out if I have someone relying on me. It will be fun to hang out with him more often too.

Wow. You don't even have to watch the next episode of Biggest Loser. You just had your daily dose of emotional heart felt reasons for laziness. You may still want to watch the show for the part where they cry or make a triumphant finish during the obstacle course, that's just good entertainment.
I usually don't watch exercise programs, because they make me feel lazy. I am sitting there watching people work hard, and I am sitting on my ass eating. I want to get up and work out, it gets me pumped to go do it. But it usually doesn't happen.
Just like when I watch a fantastic musical performance, I want to go practice my guitar. If I followed through every time, I would be Carlos Santana by now. Speaking of Carlos Santana, Black Magic Woman is one of the sexiest songs ever. I may feel this way as a result of getting an accidental lap dance from a sexy girl to this song. But I'm quite sure I would feel positively about that song, even without that experience.

I'm rambling about lap dances now, I think that means I've run out of things to write. So I am going to wrap this post up.
I am going to a wedding this weekend. It is actually the wedding of the first person I ever kissed haha. I am sure it is going to magnify my hopeless romantic, gooey side. So prepare yourself for a post about love, or something along those lines.

- Flex and Pose

Aves