Let’s get this out of the way before you read any further. This entry is still about my obsession to grow muscles… or what could pass for muscles, at any rate. I’m the most unmuscled person I know — and of course we all know that unmuscled is just another word for “flabby” right? Right.
I don’t think about dying at 10 in the evening, gaaahd no! At 10, I’m up and about, snacking and movie marathoning… and the fact that I just made up a verb to describe what I do should clue you in that I’m never up to any good in the evenings. But today, I thought about a classmate who died, how beautiful, smart, and funny she had been, and all of a sudden, it made sense to start thinking about life insurance rates at 10pm.
In life, you’re only sure of one thing. You are born alone, and it’s also possible you’ll die alone.
Have you heard of kettlebells? The first time I did, I thought they’re kettles – you know, the kind that you boil water in. Then, I thought they might be some kind of surge protectors. Ridiculous, no? Shows you how little I know about fitness and bulking up! You don’t use kettlebells to heat water; you use them to melt fat.
Kettlebells are made of cast iron. Can’t picture out how they look? Google, people! Or, imagine a cannonball or a bowling ball, only it comes with a handle. Oh, and here’s the most important part – it’s heavy, anywhere from 8 pounds to 88 pounds kind of heavy. If you want to get lean so fast it’s ridiculous (and build envy-inspiring muscles to boot), you use a kettlebell.
I read that the kettlebell works better than the dumbbell in that it strengthens the whole body, not just your arms. The Russian Special Forces use them. So do Russian Olympic athletes and weightlifters. And maybe, if I could only put my mind to it, so would I. Let’s see.
I don’t know if it’s having to get up at 7:30 in the morning back when I was an office-bound wage earner, or the huge headache I find commuting to be, or the fact that our new apartment is so spacious and homey I hate leaving it, or having a baby I can’t pry myself away from for long but…
at this point in my life, I pretty much don’t want to leave the house. In fact, I need forays into the outside world about as much as I need KVM switches, which isn’t much at all. I do just about all my buying online now; in fact, for two Chrismases running, I looked for unique christmas gifts for husband online, got them shipped to me, and that’s it. I didn’t even have to change the wrappings!
What is this affliction called? It’s not depression; I’m too chirpy for that kind of thing. It’s not lack of motivation; I can be my own cheerleader just fine. I doubt it’s social anxiety, either, because I lost all of that the day I gave birth to two children, with medical staff and the husband present. I think it’s just lethargy, and the fact that I grocery-shop like groceries would go out of fashion the next day. With junk and soda and DVDs and my family and the AC purring like a sexy little kitten, who would want to leave?
Hi! My name is Chin, and this is where, to quote Jane Austen, I "run mad and as often as I choose."
I own the clumsiest feet ever known to womankind. When I'm not blogging here, I plow through domesticity one burnt meal at a time.