drebehbeh’s BodyBlog

Ok, so I am pretty much over being 17.3% body fat (according to both skinfold measurements and the horribly inaccurate Omron).  No person can simply wake up one day and completely renovate their diet without such a stong desire for change that they are willing to sacrifice their social life and usual eating/drinking patterns for this change.  I finally came to this point.  I KNEW I wouldn’t be able to stick to any sort of diet without competition involved.  That’s just the way I am programmed.  I can do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING as long as I have someone to prove something to.  In this case it happens to be several people.  Several people that happen to be paying me. 

I own a personal training gym.  It isn’t your usual place to go work-out.  It is a nearly 4,000 square-foot building filled with beautiful Hammer Strength and Life Fitness equipment.  It has everything that 24-hour fitness, and what all those other awful meat market hell holes have to offer, but without going under the guise of a "gym."  This is actually a iron-clanking, sweat-dripping, no-fuss get-in-and-get-out gym.  Where vibration boards and all those other insults to exercise have NO place.  This is where I get my sweat on, and where I have taken my passion into a money-making realm.  Now, I’m not living on easy street.  The overhead on this place is INCREDIBLE.  But I am the happiest a 24-year old could ever dream of being. 

Now back on track.  I have a large number of clients.  They all are hard core clients when I have them in these walls.  However, when they leave, they seem to discard all I tell them and eat and drink their hard work away.  I do exactly the same thing, so I have absolutely no room to reprimand them or to judge them.  This is when my little competion scheme started brewing.  I want to lean out, I want my clients to get themselves on a lifestyle-changing diet.  How do I do this??  Make it a competition.  Of course I needed to have motivation for the win, so I did just that.  I decided to offer these folks a good-sized gift certificate to the running store down the street from my gym, and give it to the top person who beats ME in percent of body fat lost.  Not lowest percentage in general, just their personal percent loss.  It’s a kind of beat the dealer sort of set up.  If you don’t beat me, you’ve gotta rack up some miles on that treadmill to sweat off that beer you just couldn’t set down! 

Now that I mention beer, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.  If you know me AT ALL, it isn’t a secret in the least.  I love partying.  I love alcohol.  I make my work schedule around my social life, and in turn, my drinking life.  Now don’t get this wrong, I look pretty damn good.  Remember?  I own a gym.  I have to look good.  But a girl has got to have a good time.  Even if she does own her own business.  Vodka, yes straight vodka, or straight whiskey is my answer to keeping a thin waistline.  Oh, I love whiskey.  Oh, I love body shots, beer bongs, and giant pizza’s at 2 in the morning.  But damn, do I hate that it keeps me at 17.3% body fat.  So, I am sacrificing my social life, my drinking life, and also my beloved feta cheese.  If I can do it, ANYONE can.  Bring on the competition!  So it is January 5, 2009.  The day the liquor stores saw a massive drop in Absolut and Jimmy Beam sales.  This is the day my life went into a complete upheaval.  Liver, you better thank me.    

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