ChristmASS

Clearly there was a missing link between the "it's Christmas break" and "I have a boyfriend" posts.

Also quite obviously my last promise to blog and rip the gym for three weeks didn't happen. I was technically at the gym twice a week but that was to work. I was on the 6am to 2pm shift so when I was eventually clocked out all I wanted was a big mac and sleep.

Somehow though I managed to not gain 10 pounds and kept it at 3.

So easy to gain, so hard to get off.

My dear friend is back from her year in Australia though and she's a gym fanatic too. Maybe if I surround myself with gym freaks it'll rub off on me!

weightloss by association!

The Boyfriend Workout

Now both losers are in relationships!

I happened to pick a bodybuilder who has the appetite of a blue whale.

He also has the metabolism of a 10 year old.

So this relationship will be a challenge, not only because I'm a bit of a commitment-phobe but also because while he's mowing down a big mac (no sauce) and a bacon double cheeseburger, I'm going to be sitting right next to him consuming my own big mac and thinking a double cheeseburger or a 6er of nuggets is a swell idea.

I'm tempted to look up how many calories you burn having sex. I think it's a lot.

What spurred this was my trip to the gym the other night.

I trailed my gym-enthusiast boyfriend through a back workout and managed to make it through 2 exercises before bailing and doing legs.

Later on while flailing about on the treadmill I was harassing myself on being so out of shape again that 3 min of light jogging had me tired.

Then I realized this was not my first cardio of the night.

Or even my second if you catch my drift.

So with a new excuse to go to the gym and a fiery determination not to gain 15 love pounds in the mcdonalds drive thru I'm back on the bandwagon!