too sexy for ai

on the hidden costs of working out

Working out is expensive.

Put aside costs for trainers, memberships and equipments needed to work out for a moment. These things are upfront costs. But when it comes to working out, you really need to pay attention to the hidden costs.

I’m attempting to get into shape. As a dude over 50, if I want any muscle density as I age, I need to build what I can right meow. To that end, I take creatine daily. Now that I’ve combined that with a training regimen, I am hungry all the time. I eat all the time.

And these days?

All I want is red meat.

And red meat is expensive.

So, if you’re beginning a work out program, be sure to factor the cost of more calories into your budget.

But the bleeding doesn’t merely stop there.

I live in a world of delusion and fantasy. When I heard the term ‘increase muscle mass’ what I heard was ‘increase muscle DENSITY.’

By increasing mass, I engaged in a process of making myself bigger.

This is not something I realized initially.

It became clear after my wife laughed at me for a week.

My favorite pants?

They don’t fit.

In fact, they would no longer do up in the front and the seams were bulging.

According to my wife, I went from being an arseless arse to a boy with a buldging bubble butt.

So now, not only do I eat more, but now my pants don’t fit.

I have to spend money to get new ones. Worse still? I’ll need to invest time into finding pants that I like by performing that nefarious act called shopping.

Shopping for clothes is the worst waste of time I can imagine. Sure, I’ll spend hours looking at locking tool chests or comparing the prices of handlebars or framesets for bikes.

But shopping for clothes is a suck hole of time that deeply resnt.

That’s another cost.

I’ve lost a lot of time since working out

No, it’s not only shopping.

It’s not only because I now spend eight hours per week training.

Nope.

It’s worse than that.

I’m in love with my newly showing muscles.

I’m in love with my bubble butt.

So meow?

Every time I walk by a mirror, I stop and look at myself and day in my lowest, most sexy sex voice Holy shit I’m hot.

Or

Damn, that arse of yours looks fine sir!

I went ‘downtown’ where all the buildings are reflective glass. I couldn’t get anywhere in any sort of time. Even worse was having all of the young people in the cafes and stores laughing at me as I admire myself.

Well.

It’s like the fool says:

Love the people who love you

And fuck the fucking fuckers.

And?

If your butt looks like a firm round grape?

Take a moment to gape at how damn sexy you are.

You’ve more than paid for it.

NOTE: I attempted to have chat create an image for this text but it is too obscene for the victorian ninnies who are in charge of ‘ethics’ there.

Holy fuck do I ever hate the culture of safety and sensitivity.

Instead, I’ll my new theme tunes video as a cover image: