But of course, life got in the way with work on a few different productions in New Orleans, caused me to stop watching my nutrition intake, and now I've gotten emaciated thin again. Like Christian Bale in the Machinist, or like Donnie Wahlberg in the Sixth Sense. (I actually got the opportunity to work with Mark Wahlberg on Contraband, as a background extra in a wedding reception scene this month in New Orleans. He actually said "What's up" to me, too!) But back to the subject here: this man-orexic state I'm in is just not pretty, people. Like the quote in the Millionaire Matchmaker reality show, "like a pasty manorexic who fell out of a Tim Burton movie." And screw any bitter people who act all bitchy towards people who struggle with issues with being too thin. Believe me, being too thin has its own health risks, eating problems, and social-interaction problems, too. It's just the extreme other side of the coin, so stop being bitchy haters. It's really not attractive to act this way, and actually very repulsive.
So, today another neighbor, an ex-personal trainer, invited me over to get started on a weight training program again. The last time I worked out with him for just a few weeks, I put on some healthy muscle tone, and was starting to get some nice rounded out shoulders and nice arms and all, thereby coming out of my man-orexic status for a little while. So I think I'll start up a personal training program with him and try to get in shape again.
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