04/28/2019
You wake up for work and can’t button your pants.
Too much belly; too little pants.
You wear sweat pants to work and are happy it is very casual Friday.
You fly on an airplane and realize you have more butt than seat.
You look in the mirror while standing naked.
You give the mirror the finger,
sigh miserably and are disgusted.
Finally, now, today, and for real this time,
you decide to fight back.
You try a cheap gym and realize everyone is just there for the free candy, and no one ever changes. You start fat, and end fat, and there is no help in those gyms.
You pay about the same to join that gym as buying a cheap pizza, and get exactly what you paid for, which is nothing of value. The gym is so bad you should have eaten the pizza.
You suddenly realize your health, life, and the chance of ever having s*x again with anyone besides yourself, might be worth an investment each month.
There is this little neighborhood training gym, the antithesis of the big box, soulless chains.
Your trainer whispers,
“Yes, we can fix this my friend, let’s get started.”
You get there 2-3 times per week,
and after a month or two, things start to change.
Your attitude is better, your pants fit, and you walk around the house naked all proud of yourself.
Even the dog is amazed at how good you look and walks around naked with you.
Your still fat friends are jealous and join your gym.
You get promoted at work because of all that new confidence.
You have a date Friday and practice your “naked, I am walking to the fridge after s*x” walk.
There is always a trigger that gets you going.
It might be the pants, the divorce, the class reunion, or just the personal, I have had enough of myself.
But a good gym can change your life and a good coach patiently gets it done every day.
Get yourself full naked and check out that mirror… today just might be the day.
Thomas Plummer