Well, I started working out this week on Thursday. It was sort of fun being able to do the exercises with someone else. I’ve never really done exercises with anyone else and its good to have a friend there cause he can tell me what I’m doing wrong or tell me how to exercise more efficiently than I would otherwise.
I’m not a health guru or even that knowledgeable about things you can do in the gym so its nice to be able to have someone there.
Recently my mom has been drilling into me that I am almost thirty years old (I’m only 25), and practically telling me that I’m fat and unsuccessful. She’s told me that she regretted sending me to college because my major has done nothing for me. I think its terribly unfair that she says these things because she’s making it seem like my life is already over. She says I have no ambition and that may be true, but ambition isn’t for everyone. I don’t see how doing random things that she envisions me doing that I have no interest in doing dictates whether or not I have ambition or not. The things I am ambitious about are all with the internet, with my web site and my ability to create, and that’s good enough for me.
In either case, it wasn’t so much of a wake-up call as it was just making myself better, and having enough of living the way I have been. Yes, I want to make my mom stop telling me to lose weight and to stop poking and prodding me to getting a job, but if its not those things it’d be another. That’s always how it’s been with her. In high school when I wasn’t “dangerously” overweight (I was still overweight, I’ve always felt that way) it was me being on the computer too much or me spending too much time playing games, or whatever. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Those things haven’t directly affected anything in my life, and blaming anything but my own attitude and complacency would be a scapegoat.