Time flies when you're getting thin ... or not getting thin, as the case may be.
I've only worked out once since my last post; Shawn had something one day, and I had to deal with something on another. Yeah, that's right; I'm going cryptic with this entry, forcing you to read between the lines for once. By the way - please do NOT attempt to read between the lines here. No subtext, no hidden meanings; just a fat guy and his trainer missing a few sessions together; no need to expend any brain power on that.
1. Hit it hard at the Secular Gym with Shawn on Tuesday; plenty of unconventional methods, along with good, old-fashioned violence. Got to throw kicks and punches for the first time in a long time, enjoyed it thoroughly.
2. Shawn took some measurements...
Weight ~ 306 lbs.
Body fat ~ 26%
Body Mass Index ~ 39
After the exchanging of many e-mails, The Incredibly Gracious Trainer Who Offered To Train Me In Return For Plugs And Publicity and I decided on a workout schedule, replete with places, times, exercises, etc. July 6th was the big day, a day to be filled with evaluations, tires/sledgehammers, shuttle runs, and throwing kicks and punches until one of us collapsed - most likely me. It was all set; I dug my workout clothes out of the closet, located and packed up my 4 oz. gloves, my knee braces were oiled and ready. The first steps of a journey I've taken many times. And then...