100 Days

So I went to work out today, and climbed on the scale to a 286.6 reading. Thats two pounds more than the last weigh-in. (After the workout, the scale said 285.6. Monday, post workout, the scale said 283.6). So what gives? Well, variables for one, but also the fact that I had a pretty bad day on Tuesday and a so-so day on Wednesday.

So that was a big wake up call. At this point, I am confronted with the posisbility of going back home at 290, which would not make me happy. At the same time, with exactly two weeks left to get to the 270 pound mark, it is looking very unlikely that that will happen.

So my options are this: Be happy with simply being under 290 when I go home and then get back over 290 during the trip. Or get as close to 270 as possible (275 is reasonable, right?). That is a 15 pound swing that could make a big difference in my plans. While I don't think there is much difference between 280 and 270, I definitely believe there is a difference between 270 and 290. A big one. I think for a man of my weight, 20 pounds makes a difference. However, when I began, I think it took 50 pounds for people to really notice. So that is progress.

But anyway, I am hoping to get to the gym every day (excluding Sundays, the gym is closed on Sundays)for the next two weeks. We'll see how that goes, but there is no reason not to do it. None. I am no longer busy and my afternoons are totally free and boring.

Now, while I was at the gym today, I realized that my confidence is not where it needs to be. So I am working out, doing some biceps, getting huge. And, since my elliptical was taken, I was thinking about getting on the treadmill for the first time ever. So, like clockwork, as soon as I start thinking about it, someone walks in and gets on the treadmill.

So I get a little bit pissed off. But then I get a look at the person on the machine. A woman, 25-33, blonde cute face, thin, no ring, tight shirt, volleyball shorts. Also, if I may be frank, she had a certain endowment that men find pleasing.

So I am kind of stunned by this, because I didn't think this woman existed in this town. She must have been passing through and just decided she needed a workout.

Anyway, I get on the other elliptical and this girl is on the treadmill directly behind me. The entire half hour, I am catching glimpses of her in the mirror, thinking of opening lines. I decide my opener would be "Hi, I'm Dan." Pretty simple, I think. So once I get off the elliptical, I can't get up the nerve to talk to her. Now, my workout was done at that point. I was ready to go home and have lunch. Instead, I walked around, got about five drinks from the water fountain and even did two sets of leg presses, all while trying to get the nerve up to talk to this girl. I couldn't fucking do it. I could not get it into my head that she might not hate me.

After a few minutes two of the womens basketball players I cover come into the gym and we start talking. Now, dream girl is about seven feet away from us. I mention that I am 26 and single (it didn't come up in conversation, I was just trying to give her some information about myself, in case she was listening. I think I even mentioned my height and the fact that I didn't have a receding hairline.)

Finally, I give up. I go down to the locker room and get my bag. Then, I get this adrenaline rush. I say to myself "Fuck this, go up and talk to her you fucking pussy." So I go back up to the weight room. I am determined to talk to this girl. She is just standing there, not working out, just taking a rest. Perfect opportunity. I go and stand about three feet beside her. She sees me. I know it. I turn aroud, she isn't facing my direction. I shit my pants. I leave with my tail between my legs.

Now what the fuck is that? What is my freaking problem? Seriously, did that happen? Yes it did. Holy shit I am such a douche. But my confidence, at least sober, isn't where it should be right now. Damn!

So I went home and ate lunch and forgot about the whole thing. Maybe I'll see her again tomorrow.

But probably not.