gym rat

I've been spending two to three and a half hours in the gym, five to six days a week, lifting weights and doing cardio exercises.

There are two gyms I go to: one is located in Banawe, QC and the other is along Aguirre inside BF Pque, which is closer to my residence. Of course I have a trainer in each gym. There's Hazel in Banawe and Jayson in BF.

My weight loss training has been very effective. The trainers have been very active supervising my work out. Roughly on my fourth month, Jayson one time offered to switch my program to body building which I turned down. I told him though that I'd think about it once I've become satisfied with my weight. He's encouraging me to try out boxing for stamina. I told him I might not be cut out for that exercise. He disagrees.

Hoot was a Clark-Hatch (Dusit branch) member before he left for the US. He continues to work out in WI.

My sis-in-law, Jasmine, also works out and so does my special gurl.

I realized one thing. Like getting tatts, working out can be addictive. And this is talking way after you're done with the muscle pains.

Now when I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help flexing in front of it. My special gurl chooses to ignore me whenever I admire the body changes, no matter how small they are as of the moment. But it's so corny doing it alone so sometimes a lot of times I ask her to check me out while I flex.

"Wow!" she'll say everytime.

Pleaser?

It works, anyway. That's all the support this gym rat needs - a single wow from her.