In Which I Cure The Common Cold

When someone asks why you post pictures of your armpits, the answer is always "because I can."

Vegas was fine.

Sky's been working out with me, which is awesome, because his sweat glands are ridiculous.



And if you want some eye candy, this is what I pay to look at twice a week:



Mmmmmmmmm.

Where was I?

Oh, the workout:

x3
10 (per side) reverse lunges while holding weird bowling pin looking weighs
10 (per side) KB single leg deadlifts
15 push ups

x3
Parking lot length side squat walks with bands
Parking lot length farmers walks (two 35lb weights)

x3
12 (per side) cable side rotation things
10 assisted pistol squats

I love having Sky in the gym with me.  Helping him do moves reinforces *me* doing them properly.  And he is constantly making me laugh.  Plus, he challenges me.

I gained 5lbs while in Vegas.  This is not a hyperbole.  My trainer weighed me Thursday, and again today.  Hilarious.  When I saw the scale today, I actually laughed.  I'm sure it's mostly water weight, but I did eat a lot of food in Vegas.  It happens.  It's nice to know that deep down, I don't really care.  I don't eat like that all the time.  It's not a big deal.

Over the same period Sky, who did not come to Vegas, lost four pounds.  I'm super happy for him.

Unrelated:  The Charmin commercials with the bears that don't properly wipe their asses REALLY bother me.  REALLY REALLY bother me.  Listen.  We all shit.  A bear shit in the woods.  Etc.  I DO NOT NEED TO SEE TOILET PAPER STUCK ON A BEAR'S ASS.