Transformation

G'day.

Yesterday:

Fran (21-15-9 push-press & pullups for time) (Used 75lbs instead of 95)
5X20 pushups
5X20 situps
2 mile pseudo-run (Lighting started outside so I had to go inside)

Today is a rest day. Tomorrow is a light run or something followed by swimming. Tuesday is the PT test.

A friend of mine told me about the Men's Health abs diet program, so I decided to check it out yesterday. Bad idea.
I went to the Men's Health website and snooped around the nutrition section for a while. I didn't learn anything other than I have an embarrassingly high BMI index number.
Somewhere amidst the softcore porn I found an advertisement for the abs diet. I clicked on the free ten-day trial thing and it asked me to enter my contact info as well as a credit card number. When I saw the credit card requirement (so they can start billing you immediately after your free trial) I stopped and thought about what I was doing.
In a sudden moment of clarity, I realized that I had fallen victim to all of the advertisements for great health, great looks, etc., just like I was supposed to. I remembered a thought I'd heard somewhere that says Men's Health and like places don't advertise good-looking airbrushed models to make you think you can be like them...they advertise them to make you want to be like them. To help you feel bad about yourself for not being the picture perfect meterosexual male with plenty of girlfriends and no body hair below the scalp. Or at all.
Then I thought about not being a good steward of everything the Lord has given me, and my body as one of those things. I will say that is where one of my failures has been over the past couple of months, but that's changing.
As I'm typing I'm remembering all the times I've smoked the perfect-looking meteros at the gym. I admit I feel a certain satisfaction from knocking them off their little pedestals. Ha! A few of them that have experience convert to Crossfit or Kettlebells anyway, so there is some good in it. And I don't enjoy destroying the people...never have...never will. It's the whole ideology that says "Because I have a six pack, I'm better, fitter and more deserving of life than you are," that I enjoy tearing down. Grrr. Just thinking about it makes me angry.
Anyway, time to go. See ya.