Mixed Bag of Tricks

After posting the other day about getting back to the gym, I basically sat down on the bed and proceeded to watch some taped progrums on my DVR all day long, paralyzed... not being able to find the energy or desire to get up.  It's hard getting motivated to make the steps toward the door to get there for the first time.  Fortunately, that only lasted a day and I got into the gym for a light, but 1.5 hour workout yesterday.  I was surprised to find out that my body fat percentage went down even more... from 16 % to 14.5 %.  What's shocking is that I haven't been doing any weightlifting or spinning since some time in April (there was dust on my membership card).  I guess working at landscaping did it... but, further, I really can't believe it since I haven't really been watching that closely what I've been eating.  Regardless, it is what it is... I'm hurting today but it felt good to get over the hurdle.

Today, I'm going with John to meet his sister for the first time.  She seems really nice... and we're hoping that by meeting her, it will squelch his Mom's concern about her not understanding "what someone my age would see in her son".  How about how he's compassionate... or artistic... or funny... or creative... or caring... or moralistic... or... the list goes on.  Taking into consideration that he's the baby of the family... he's been out for some time now but she only recently was 'informed'... and she seems overly protective... I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but it's been a little disheartening to hear this nonetheless.  Not only does it imply that I'm some sort of pervert for loving a younger guy... but it kind of puts things in a defensive situation right off the bat.  Parents usually love me because I'm stable, sensible, hard-working and well-rounded... so hopefully once I meet her, she'll have a change of heart.  Anyway, no sense belaboring it... I'm sure it'll be fine.

I was supposed to be heading to Philly for that class today... and then spending the rest of the week in Philly and then Rehoboth to hang out with friends, but I decided not to go.  I'm working on a deck job that I hope to start early next week... and I just don't think it's a good time, especially coming off a period of work followed by a week of being gone.  I feel like I haven't stopped moving in forever.  I'm trying to get caught up on things I've been putting off for months.

Tonight, we're heading to the Blue Moon to hang out with some friends.  The concert the other night was our first public outing... and this will be our first 'going out' together in the 'scene'.  While I hate going out while I'm in a relationship, it's really the only place where you can validate your relationship with public recognition and physical contact to 'mark your territory'.  Saturday morning, a bunch of us are going rafting at Ohiopyle State Park... and Sunday, we're off to Kennywood, the local amusement park, with his work group for their summer picnic.  I'm really happy at how our lives are meshing... and how great we're getting along.  I never could have imagined this a month ago.