I'm so sore today

Recently my bf said to me, "I'd like to lose ten pounds", so I give Mr. Works-out-six-days-a-week-for-the-last-couple-decades *the look* and he says "okay well, five pounds anyway. Well, an ounce or something. Why are you still looking at me like that? I want a little more muscle mass, okay?" Like as if working out with me instead of by himself is magically going to do THAT, I can't even spot him properly. What he really means is, "I know you've been gaining weight since the moment you met me, and I want to help you reverse that trend."

I had a personal trainer for over a year. When I met my bf I was going to the gym and working out with my trainer five times a week. Since I work in my home office and don't really know many people in this area (let's see, I know Sonny. Oh yeah and um, Sonny, and Sonny, Sonny and Sonny, haha) my trainer was the person I saw more than anyone else. I spent five hours a week with him. Then I started dating my bf, who I sometimes spend upwards of 40 hours a week with (it's like a full time job! One you really love) and I started realizing that spending time with my trainer wasn't that great. I was bored with the workout, bored with having conversations with someone who spends 70 hours a week in the gym and doesn't do much of anything else (except maybe watch porn movies and action movies) and doesn't really get my sense of humor. I mean, it wasn't that bad, it's just compared to my bf it wasn't that good, either.

About four or five months ago I stopped going to my trainer. Basically I stopped going to the gym altogether. I did join another nearby gym (I was intimidated by the idea of trying to muddle through a workout on my own with the-person-formerly-known-as-my-trainer right there in the same gym at the same time, probably thinking "wow, she really has no idea what the hell she's doing") but it's still basically under construction and I really never paid that much attention to what we were doing when I was with my trainer, so my original idea had been: I will work out with a PT for a year and by that time I will be really strong and have met a number of fitness goals and will switch several days a week to yoga or something and continue on with weights on my own because it will be such an ingrained habit by that time. The reality was more like: I have no idea what I'm doing, I never met any of my goals (like to be able to bench 150 pounds), it's really easy to completely stop going to the gym, and I still don't do yoga. It was my plan to stop seeing a trainer after a certain amount of time, but it wasn't my plan to then sit around and get fat!

Super Besitos Man to the rescue! Da-da-da-daaaa!

Now my bf and I are working out together three nights a week. It's been really great so far. It's a little intimidating, I feel a little self conscious, my bf is the type of person at the gym that inspires confidence and makes people say "hey homey, can you give me a spot?" and I'm more like...well, I'm the one making crow noises "caw, caw, caw!" in time with the reps and making jokes about my ghost trapezoids. OOooOOoooooo! (That's the sound ghost trapezoids make. You can't see them, but they can still feel pain.) I have a hard time doing some of the exercises with ANY weight (did I really have a trainer for over a year?) and I'd be very surprised if anyone besides MAYBE my bf asked ME for a spot.

Yeah but, despite our different gym personas, it's fun to go to the gym together. I just don't see how he thinks he can make any strength gains trying to get a spot from someone who keeps forgetting to count to ten. That's okay with me though, he is perfect the way he is, he knows twice as much about weightlifting as my former-trainer and if he wants to work out with me, I am just REALLY LUCKY. :)

So now, instead of just going out to the wine bar...we work out for two hours and THEN go to the wine bar! Well, not like we are going to go to the wine bar after every workout...just maybe once a week. The point is, we used to just go out and eat food (and probably drink wine), and NOW we are working out for two hours first. Not only do we get our workout in, but we spend less time with the eating/drinking AND probably enjoy it more because we're totally starving by the time we eat.

I'm soooo sore today I can hardly move, but it's so worth it!