Being comfortable is horrible.

I have been trying my best to let go of my low protein, high fat, low vitamin, recipe for a heart attack, fast food and snack, diet. The experts say that a big part of dropping weight is fdoing cardio. I think I mastered the treadmill. Once I get to 3 miles I feel like a hamster. The elliptical is fun until my neighbor watches my t.v. screen so much so that he or she starts talking to me about a particular scene.

With that noted, I have a dilema at the moment. I really want to try a spinning class but my white, 5 foot 11, 160 pound, gym partner from Connecticut, who loves the Celtics and Red Sox's, and who will remain nameless for the moment(David Bogdan Esquire), refuses to try the class with me .
David Bogdan Esquire


I guess in his eyes being a gym partner has its limits. I can spot him during the bench press and have my crotch in his face during the process, but he doesn't feel comfortable next to me with his butt in the air as we peddle.

I sort of don't blame him. All of the other men that we see go into the gym class must have a pact that says that they all have to wear black biker shorts and head - bands. The only person who looks good in a headband in 2008 is Allen Iverson.

The other issue at hand is the music. I'm sorry, but techno is not going to cut it. When I shift those gears, I cant have Cher ringing in my ear. I need DMX growling at me. Hell, at least give me Sheryl Crow. She has arms that most men would kill for.

I guess I have to come out of my shell and challenge myself. These guys shown below did it, so I will take a giants leap of faith and be a chubby, head band wearing, Cher gear changing, bike riding fool.

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