By Lance on Dec 26, 2008 in Life | comments(9)
I read an article about how jacked our next president is Barack Obama’s workout habits in the Washington Post, and I thought it was fucking cool. For one, I 100% agree with his decision to incorporate 60-90′ of working out into his daily routine. If you read the article, you’ll see that he gets his gym time in WITHOUT FAIL, even when he was on the road campaigning, and that he derives a ton of benefits from working out, not the least of which is good health. You might think that the gym is a bit of a luxury, especially for the President-Elect, but I disagree and think you’re kind of a tool if you don’t want the president to hit the gym regularly. I happen to think that EVERY SINGLE person in a modern society should find the time to do some kind of sport or workout, 5-6 days per week, for their entire lives, no matter how busy you are. Presidents especially. The last thing I want is a lardass for a Commander-in-Chief who could keel over any minute from a lifetime of sitting on his ass and eating fatty foods.
By Honey on Apr 16, 2008 in Dating | comments(18)
Ah, the cliche of a great relationship: happy people are fat people. I read somewhere on a blog or website written by a guy (or maybe it was on The Real Housewives of Orange County?) that women have an obligation to remain in precisely the physical shape that they were in when they attracted the guy in the first place. No word, of course, on whether the guy has a similar obligation.
Obviously that kind of expectation is impossible, but at the same time I resent the mentality that once a couple is together they can just let themselves go and that somehow their intellectual and emotional connections will be “enough.” The BF has observed more than once that when he and his ex were getting along she gained weight and when they were fighting she’d lose it (he was in fabulous shape the whole time they dated, which I like to think must mean he was miserable the whole time), but this time the fate of most of America has caught up with both of us. While I’m flattered to think that our relationship makes him as happy as it makes me, swimsuit season is almost upon us and this is unacceptable.
(Not liking what I see, plus we bought our home scale at Good Will and it weighs 10 lbs. heavy!)