Sometimes…

…being low carb sucks.  When you are wanting something sweet or something crunchy there is nothing in sight.  I feel like a T-Rex with all the damned meat I am eating.  I am sure that the word is out and Cows are plotting to get me.  That is how much steak I have consumed. So now I can add cows to the list of animals that don’t like me…horses are still number one.
I am trying to get back into ketosis…I think I am succeeding.  Metal mouth is really bad and I am really not hungry, just see the Girl eating ice cream and I want some because I see it.  I am staying on extreme low carb because my belly was bloated last night.  Ice Cream is good but fitting into my clothes is better.  I have to get in a dumbbell workout in…just need to get one together.  That should be fun.  I am not that comfortable going to the Gym to do a dumbbell workout because the testosterone is high.  The guys there are trying to lift the Gym (you know screaming, grunting, back bowed, eyes bulging to do one rep) then they see someone with estrogen and they ask stupid questions like “Are you working out??” This has actually happened to me.  I am sitting there with weights in hand…doing the reps and sweating.  I am stunned so I respond “No I am planting corn.” I am usually really good with dealing with people, but not idiots.  I cannot blame them for trying, there are the Gym Bunnies that come in with extremely short boy shorts (no underwear) a bra top that is only supporting the image that she is portraying (boobs jiggling) and once again makeup on.  Said Gym Bunny then decides that it is a great idea to get on the leg machine (the abductor of adductor…the one that spreads your legs via OB/GYN exam) in front of the mirror and have her legs spread wide open for all the room to see.  The Young Lady is flexible…I give her that…but I did not have to see that she was definitely NOT wearing underwear.  When I am at the Gym I am not interested in looking up a young lady’a birth canal. 
Sigh…unfortunately there are more women trying to get a soldier for a husband than the ones that are there to actually get in shape. Gives the estrogen crew a bad rep…anyway the stares and the leers are the reason I need to come up with a home routine.  I hope I can find a decent one online that I don’t have to spend a Monkey’s Ass on…

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