Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I’ve been doing really good going to the gym. I haven’t giving it up and actually it’s rather addictive. Brian the sales/trainer man I met when I first went to the gym is the only person in this world that knows all of my body measurements. He weighed me, measured my thighs, calves, arms, hips, waist, chest, shoulders, neck, arm length, tested my BMI and all that good stuff. Sometimes when I go in to the gym Brian is busy so I work out on my own, besides I don’t pay to get training everyday so I try not to bother them too much. However, some days when I see Brian has a moment I will ask him to run me through a program. The first thing he always ask is did I work my gluts. I would say no (at first to be honest I didn’t even know what gluts were) and he would take me to a machine and have me do some reps on that. Then one day it dawned on me; Brian must think I have a FLAT ASS. Because that’s the first thing he asks all the time; “did you work your gluts”? I should have been offended but Brian is too beautiful to be mad at for more than a second. Besides; all I could do was laugh thinking about my sister Toni and all the comments she would make. But hey, I’m working my gluts and I think I see progress. So Toni, stop laughing.
Originally posted by Ms. Angela's Stuff at 11:26 AM
Angie's signing off for now...feel free to read me again! Until the Next time Stay Blessed and Humble. Peace!
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