Saturday, May 9, 2015
I look at this photo posted a few days ago from a Malibu beach trip and say... not bad. #dadbod.
A slimmer gut which can be achieved by a few visits to the gym and some shoulder presses for a stronger frame. I flirt with the idea of having an awesome ripped body for my 30th birthday via trainer, but that's all it was - flirting with the idea.
Because.. the gym is hell, working out is hell, exercise is hell and I'm not happy when I'm there. For Jimmy, for others it's therapy, it's stress release, it's satisfaction. For me.. it's something to do to wait out traffic.
Take a spin class? Or sit in traffic. Okay, you got me there. I did enjoy swimming in the morning, but it's been so difficult to wake up.
I made this realization when I hung out with a cute couple in the swimming pool. They both had dadbods with big bellies and they didn't give a fuck. They didn't make compensating body jokes, they didn't get embarrassed.. they just took their shirt off and jumped in. And that's what I did at Malibu. Why should I give a fuck, ya'll my friends.
I guess the point is... I should remind myself to exercise for happiness and health, but to control the spillover and pant tightness. And never to keep myself from what I enjoy in life which is.. eating amazing foods. And moderate the things that aren't that great for me. I guess, I'm on the right track.
at 8:57 PM