Body Fat
Stephanie | Uncategorized30 Jan 2009
Oh man.
So, Matt has been working out like a crazy man the last couple of years. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before, but if I haven’t, he works out for an hour to an hour and a half six days a week. His consistency has blown me away. It should be no surprise that he’s lost so much weight and is now looking like a hottie. He’s eating really well and continues to learn new info daily on nutrician and fitness.
The other day he said he wanted to buy a scale that measures body fat. Up until yesterday, he’d been measuring himself with a tape measure (the soft ones used for sewing) to get his approximate percentage of body fat.
This made me nervous for two reasons. 1) I made a remark about five years ago that I’d start working out more seriously once he and I were closer to the same fitness level (I, of course, thought it would never come to this!). 2) I am way too curious not to step on that scale to measure my body fat and I knew that once I saw the number, I’d be forced to face how out of shape I’ve become.
Before you all start gagging, I’d like to explain that even though I appear to be thin, I am not in as good of shape as I feel I should be. I haven’t worked out for about a year, seriously anyway, and have started to feel the effects of it. I’m tired, less limber and get weird aches and pains.
Back to the scale. Matt told me last night that he was 20% body fat. First off, I’m SO proud of him. He has worked so hard and he looks so good! Secondly, I started sweating my reading. I didn’t want to do it last night, I wanted to do it first thing in the morning. So, this morning I got up and stepped on the scale.
26.
Shite. This is acceptable but not considered fit. Danggit. Matt and I are pretty close though. I’m starting to feel competitive and I’m not sure why since I don’t normally care. BUT I’m thinking I should do something about it. The last thing I want to do is to slowly increase that percentage until it gets hard to do something about it.
I’m coming up with a game plan. I’m be honest and say I’m not too excited. I love the affects of working out but I don’t really like the actual working out. My best bet is to distract myself in some way… the monotony of running on a treadmill kills me.
Oh man.
