My Momma's So Fat...
Feb. 25th, 2011 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
errantember...that, at 63 and grossly overweight she handed me my fucking ass at the gym!
She's really been working like a rabid hamster on crack on her health and weight over the past year. She's been going swimming, which allows her to do a lot of exercises that her massive body and degenerative spine normally prevent. Then, about three months ago, she signed up at a health club and added a weight routine. She now does 25 reps of each of about 10 machines 5 times. She's already shrinking unevenly, and I tried to follow her through her routine. Without changing the weight on her machines, I was completely fucked after only two sets, and I knew that I would already be sore. To keep going was to court injury. Three days later, I'm *still* sore!
It's not every day someone hugely overweight trounces a person almost half her age at the gym. Go Mom!
She's really been working like a rabid hamster on crack on her health and weight over the past year. She's been going swimming, which allows her to do a lot of exercises that her massive body and degenerative spine normally prevent. Then, about three months ago, she signed up at a health club and added a weight routine. She now does 25 reps of each of about 10 machines 5 times. She's already shrinking unevenly, and I tried to follow her through her routine. Without changing the weight on her machines, I was completely fucked after only two sets, and I knew that I would already be sore. To keep going was to court injury. Three days later, I'm *still* sore!
It's not every day someone hugely overweight trounces a person almost half her age at the gym. Go Mom!
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Date: 2011-02-26 04:22 pm (UTC)Had a similar experience a couple of Thanksgivings ago when the whole fam damily went to Enchanted Rock for the day. We're climbing the rock, my mom is truckin' along ahead of us, about half way up the rock. My stepdad and I stopped to sit on a boulder and huff and puff and rest, and my stepdad, in an apparent complete lack of irony said "I'm worried about your mother's health,"