Gym Dilemma

“Okay Honey, here’s how: we’ll both work hard to be sexy. I will try to be slimmer and you try to be buffer. That a deal?”

Well that sounds easy Honey. Sounds. Alright I got you there. You gave me that goodnight kiss and you noticed that I am skinny, after more than seven years that we’ve known each other. Now whenever i look in the mirror, I just utter in frustration: God. Darn. I’m. Skinny.

That’s unfair and you had a good start. You’ve always been fit and athletic with those abs that would cause Jessica Alba to run for her money. And what do I have? This? You even mocked me because I accidentally poked my elbow at your back and you thought that you were stabbed by a knife? Okay I, as well, laughed at that but that still is an insult. But don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt because I get that everytime. Right Mom and Dad? And Dad, my knee cap isn’t a door knob.

Now the thought of me being skinny haunts me. Wow, I sound like a reversed anorexic here. Should I have a weight gain program?

Gyms. All I have ever known are Pokemon Gyms. Honestly, I considered enrolling myself in one but schedule always pulls me back. What should I eat after lifting those steel? How often should I do it? How much would it cost me? Crap, I have no idea.

Yes I know it’s also for my health, not just some vanity, but I seriously need to have a guarantee that this will work. But come to think of it, if I become more macho, then.. *insert a naughty grin here*