I love time travel and aviator sunglasses.
But really, who doesn't?
Okay if I am being completely honest, there are three things I have in common with Marty McFly: I love time travel, aviator sunglasses, and I can't turn down a dare.
Nobody calls me chicken.
So when I first met David, a new guy at my gym, I thought, "oh this will be eaaaasy!" Easy to mess with, that is. A ready smile, a self-deprecating humor, a feigned hopelessness...he had all of the ingredients of someone who will engage in the kind of friendly smack talk that makes morning workouts so much fun. But then he threw me a major curve ball:
this dude knows how to heckle.
Holy crap! I am used to being the MESSER, not the mess-ee! But David doesn't play that way. Oh no, he calls me OUT. I was totally not prepared. But now that I know that he's not asleep at the wheel, it is so on.
So last week at our gym we had body composition assessments, and I got all picky about mine and did the electronic impedence and calipers first thing in the morning so I could compare and contrast. And then I had my big boo-hoo post of how irked I was at the change in the past few months. And then David accused me of being a chicken by not sharing what the results were.
But nobody calls me chicken.
So this chicken is going to talk turkey. Yeah, I'm a sucker for a dare, everyone knows it. I'm easily manipulated that way.
Here's the thing - I work my butt off at the gym, and I eat really really healthy. So when I see a body fat percentage of 28%, I get annoyed. For a girl who is 34 years old, 5'4" of medium build, and regularly running endurance races plus eating clean and who has done all of that for eons and who is tracking it all with a GoWearFit, I really feel like my body fat should be lower. Here's a chart to give you some perspective: