As many of my readers may not know, I turn 25 in three months. To those who do know, hats off to you! (Here’s lookin’ at you, Mom)
The reason I bring this up, aside from seeding your mind with ideas for gifts, is that I’m using that upcoming milestone as a motivator for my continued exploits at the gym. It’s been over a month since Jason released me back into the wild, and while I’ve stuck to his lessons, there have been weeks where I worked harder than others. Okay, last week, for example: I only worked out two days. Despicable. Jason, if you read this and see me on the street, commence with a beat-down.
So, to keep my rear in gear (and what a lovely rear it’s turned out to be), I’ve decided that I’ve got to be in tip-top shape in time for my quarter-centennial celebrations. That means hitting the gym at least four weekday mornings and staying active on the weekends. It also means trying to curb my appetite a bit. I just recently discovered that I’m down to a 34″ waist in all but the most European of pants, and I’d like to stay that way.
Yes, mark my words, kids, by the time I stare down the barrel of the big two-five, I’ll look just like Ryan Kwanten from True Blood. Words of encouragement and helpful tips are appreciated. Stay tuned for continued updates!