07.25.07
What to pack?
I’m thinking this little number.
Self portrait, July 2007
07.15.07
Before and After
Even though we’re five weeks or so out from the Big Gay Cruise and technically still in full-on workout/losing weight mode (spin class twice a day now), I thought it was finally time to do some before and afters. I still think I can shave off a few pounds with the sesame seed and tic-tac diet but for the most part, I’m where I’m going to be after losing 32 pounds and fitting easily into a size 32-waist and baby-Gap t-shirts. For me, that was about the goal all along though now that the weight is off, I can see getting back from the cruise and working out with weights to bulk up and get me to some rippling hotness.
So this is where I was back in the Fall of last year around this time. Even though I didn’t start working out until January of this year and was probably ten pounds heavier than in this picture, I think this about sums up how far afield I’d let myself go.
Me feeding the chipmunks, August 2006
And now this weekend, with my snazzy new square-cut trunk I bought just for the cruise, Jeff snapped this picture then subsequently ravaged me, finding himself completely and surprisingly randy over the junk in my trunk packed into the suit.
Me, July 2007
Fine, mock the suit…but then I put the suit on later that same day and the ravaging happened AGAIN! So of course I’ve ordered two more.
07.10.07
Soccer Legs
Jeff has warned me off spinning on Tuesday nights because the instructor, Gavin, is suppose to be a real bastard during his 45 minutes of spinning. Under the assumption that Gavin was out teaching at the David Beckham soccer camp or some such nonsense, I went to the class…..only to find Gavin sitting on the bike. He’s not leaving until next week. Of course Jeff neglected to mention he’s got those hot, humpy, life-long, professional soccor player legs which was just fine with me.
But then he started the class without the air-conditioner, looked at me when I didn’t crank up my resistance on the bike (because I was getting ready to pass out from heat-exhaustion and fatigue) and made a “Goddammit, I said crank the resistance” movement AT ME, and then never took a goddamn recovery break for the 45 minutes of the class. I mean…WTF. Why is everyone trying to hock my vagina today? Feh.
07.05.07
Birth Announcement
The Gostomsky-Spitz’s (or Spitz-Gostomsky’s, depending on who wins the coin flip) are announcing the arrival of our new family member, Nitro, who was adopted yesterday after much fanfare and hard negotiations. Nitro comes to us as yet un-remonikered and while we were leaning towards Penelope or Shavous (sha-VU-us), quite honestly, its butch, manly front side begs something…butch and manly. A shake of the Gay Namerator for appropriate gay male names has thus far turned up Paul Lynne or Liberace, neither which work yet so for now, Nitro is staying Nitro which sounds like a Power Ranger or a Transformer.
07.03.07
The Days Escape Me
I can’t believe a month has passed already. No really big doings this last month though I turned 37, dropped another few pounds, had my boss and mentor ripped from my grasp and realized that I’m in a position to make some great professional changes if I choose to walk through the door.