my man jim

i'm off to go spend some time with my man, jim. long story. i'll explain more later...


backstory...
i’ve made a decision to commit to this relationship. haven’t got a clue how this will work out but i’m going to give this my all, and sincerely hope for the best. It’s been a long time since i’ve opened myself up to such a huge change of lifestyle. i know i’ve enjoyed it in the past, so i’m kind of looking forward to how this may influence my future. But i’m also a little bit nervous. i even went out at lunch today and bought something special to wear.

you see, after some careful discernment, i’ve decided to join the gym. there’ve been times in my past when i’ve pushed my exercising down on my priority scale and i did other things instead of going to the gym, which eventually careened down that slippery slope of slothdom and i just stopped going all together. so this time i got the idea to think of it as a relationship - with jim (gym…get it? cute, huh). i’d never blow off a date with a gentleman, so if i think of gym as “jim” then i’ll have this mental picture of someone waiting for me, wanting to spend time together and eventually maybe even getting sweaty and all….wait, that’s not what i meant to say.

anyways, today will be Day One. positively gory things are bound to happen like being weighed and poked and prodded with a measuring tape, calipers and BMI calculator thingies. all i know, is my ass is the size of texas and i’d like to get it down to the area of rhode island. that’s not asking too much, i don’t think.

wish me luck. i will be throwing away the remaining oreos, just as i would delete old phone numbers from my PDA. ;-)

update...

i've met with jim two times so far, so we're at that third date mark. we just may have to go for it after work today and get all sweaty.