So last night "Temptation" went to the gym with me again. Yay right? Not quite. You see, he said he wanted to go to the batting cages because softball season starts at the end of next month so I told him to drop me off at the gym, hit the cages, and pick me up when he was done. I even took the house key so that I could walk home from the gym after if I needed to (just a smidgen over 1 mile). For reasons unknown, however, he ended up parking the car after dropping me off at the door and decided to just come inside with me. Oooookey dokey.
Here's the thing: I don't care if "Temptation" goes to the gym or not, I really don't. He pays $20 a month for my membership and I can take a friend for free any time I want so we're not paying for him to be there at all; if we were paying for a membership that he wasn't using then I might be a little miffed but we're not. He works a physical job all day long six days a week and can gain or lose 20 lbs like it's nothing. Which he does, by the way, 20 lbs up and 20 lbs down all the time but never really more than 20 lbs in either direction. He gains and loses it all in his tummy and when he's at his heaviest he's got a little bit of a belly but nothing that "turns me off" and when he's thinnest he still has a teenie weenie little bit of a belly that I find rather cute so he really doesn't need to do the gym thing in my eyes. I would have been perfectly fine if he'd gone to the batting cages, in fact it was my idea. I would have been ok with going to the gym and leaving him home to play video games if that's what he'd wanted; but he made the choice to come to the gym with me all on his own. Spiffy.
But he gets on a treadmill right next to me and walks at 0.5 mph for about 8-10 minutes, then steps off and hits the men's room. He comes out and walks again at 0.5 for about 3 minutes, then stops the tread and just stands there on it for a few minutes staring at me. Then he steps off and starts a leisurely stroll around the gym, not really stopping to do anything. At this point I decided to stop watching him and just focus on my own work-out and when I get done I find him parked in the massage chairs with a vitamin water watching ESPN. I'm not upset ... but I am confused. Why would he come home and immediately get dressed in gym clothes and load his baseball bats in the car, only to sit at a gym in massage chairs that he doesn't even have tokens for (they're members only)?
Then after the gym, and after picking up Panda Express for supper, he decides he wants a Cinnabun (I may have previously mentioned his addiction to these things). The nearest Cinnabun is in the mall so he finds a parking space and I stay in the car while he runs inside to get a sticky-roll. That's when I realize that he's walking faster to get to the Cinnabun then he even considered walking on the treadmill and then it hit me; I need to put a sticky bun on a stick and dangle it in front of his face just out reach like they do with carrots and donkeys. THAT is his motivation. LOL
Last night's fortune cookie, which I opened today and fed to the dog: The clouds will rain down success on to you.
5 glasses of water
1 cup of coffee w/creamer
1 cup whole wheat noodles
1/2 cup spaghetti sauce w/turkey
1 cup home-made chicken and pasta
1 slice texas toast
Daily Caloric Intake: 937
Bailed on the gym, the bones in the tops of my feet are just too sore so it was easy to let "Temptation' talk me out of going tonight. I did, however, do two loads of laundry, cooked a home-made dinner, cleaned up after, and did a whole lot of crocheting. p.s. I have chicken breasts marinading in a white whine and basil concoction over night, going to break out the bag of frozen broccoli and some rice-a-roni with them for dinner tomorrow.