I love weekend workouts.
You sleep in, wake up nice and slow, have a little bite to eat to get your energy up, and you go for it.
And if you’re lucky, your Sous Chef will be at home to watch you and ooh and aah about how kick-ass you are. Or he will spend the entirety of your workout researching homemade water carbonation systems on YouTube.
But that doesn’t mean you are any less kick-ass.
The Buns workout is no joke; actually, none of the workouts are. But given the sheer, er, distribution of my kick-assedness, any workout that focuses on the lower body is bound to wipe me out.
As Dr. Fat Ass likes to say, “There’s a lot of mass there.”
I describe a large person’s working out as if one were exercising while simultaneously holding on to large bags full of water; if you move swiftly, the water lags behind and joins you a split second later. So while you might be able to quickly snap into position, say, in a side plank, when that extra weight catches up to you, your muscles had better be primed to catch it.
Thus we’re at the crux of the situation: I am exercising to help myself lose weight, but losing weight would really help my exercising.
C’est la vie (gras).
There’s nothing to do but do it. One side plank at a time, one meal at a time, one workout at a time, one day at a time, one week at a time, one month at a time, one year at a time. Until I get there.
Thanks for tagging along.