I originally wanted to title this "the fine line between abuse and tough love" - which it could be too - maybe I'll title it that on the other site!
But yeah, the relationship - one of the best, if not THE best - certainly the steamiest I've been involved in, and that says a hell of a lot (you know the girls in love when she happily giggles in class "I'm plump" - when you explain plump to her - and freely admits the happiness due to the relationship was in small part responsible for some of the extra, in her case "oh so cute" pounds).
It ended stormily too - yin and yang.
And it was the best damn thing that ever happened to me - fitness wise - life wise - in all regards - both the relationship itself and the ending.
Lets talk fitness, friend.
I was in my somewhat phat and unfit days those days - though I still hiked hills, but nowhere near what I should have - and certainly not as fat as I used to be before, and people always made a point to tell me about it.
Apparently my confidence, doing pull-ups even at that weight (yes, getting chin over bar) pissed them off so much that they had to call the fat boy out for being fat - which is what he was - big time.
It never bothered me one damn bit.
When I started (restarted) hiking after years, it still didnt bother me.
When I was with Carol - both of us exercised for reasons other than fitness if you get my drift. Hehe.
I'm not even going to get into "women love something extra to grab onto" - no - the X shape is what everyone, male/female likes.
Know when I really, really started to get super fit around 2016 ?
AFTER my breakup with Carol.
I felt rage and anger of the sort I never felt towards anyone else - no I wasn't angry at or with her - it was "one of those things".
I couldn't concentrate - focus - on anything.
To get this out of my system, I started climbing hills x 5.
Hiking first twice a day then thrice - then four times.
Along the way, I kept getting astonished comments about my rapid, almost magical weight loss daily - and when in 2016 (again, reasons not important) I went completely cold turkey off beer - oh boy.
Now, point being made is this - and it's a common whine a lot of folks have about "hurting feelings" and other crap.
Sometimes, you call a spade a spade, and that ain't abuse, friend. It's tough love that hits home - and that hitting home- that EMOTION is what channels into your ACTS thereafter and gets you results.
Unless you're content to be a loser and sit at home and whine while the world passes you by in terms of results in all areas, emotion is key.
If you ain't fired up and ANGRY about something, chances are you wont achieve that something - period.
Or, overly enthusiastic about it ...
If it's not a red hot DESIRE, something you have to DO, though you dont quite know why - it wont accomplish squat.
No pun intended.
In my own case, the jibes etc never bothered me.
Hey, all good.
What did bother me was the breakup - and boy did I use that rage constructively - though even I did not know it at the time!
Getting things out of your system physically can sometimes be the best thing you do for yourself!
And I would NEVER Have got into the shape I eventually did if it hadn't been for that ANGER starting a RED HOT FIRE INSIDE OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So if you're one of the many people that gets "offended" if you're fat and I call you fat, and whines about feelings - well, feeling is exactly what this is about.
What seperates the doers from the fools (see the latest review Pushup Central - THE READER!...) got in that regard HERE ... is taking action backed up by EMOTION which FUELS it.
Bottom line, friend.
And that key concept is explained in many different ways over and over again in Zero to HERO!
Further, most of these whiny sorts - the phat, out of shape lazy sorts - have - some very notable exceptions excluded - ole Donald being one - SHIT going on in their lives period, and it makes sense. If you cannot respect your own body enough to the point, as noted Indian actor Akshay Kumar once said "the day I dont train and take care of my body daily - that day is the day I'll break my own body to pieces" - then nothing and no-one will ultimately respect YOU, my friend.
I dont even know if this makes sense to a lot of people reading it - probably not, but the doers, well, you know who you are.
As a lady recently told me - I dont care if someone marries a giraffe, just dont make me pay for their love child. Hehe.
And she's right.
This fat and lazy sort is exactly the sort that doesnt understand goose and gander, and it shows in their lives ...
Funnily enough, it was that sort who used to call me out for that - when I was doing far more at that weight than those idiots ever could.
OK, thats that.
Take from this what you will - and get in the best shape of your life starting NOW - ZERO EXCUSES!
PS - Another case in point? The ole significant other, and the numerous hired helps she goes through - dissatisfied.
It's the subcontinent she is in, so for those saying "wow! Maids! She doesnt realize how lucky she is!" - well, they're all "lucky" - if you can call it that - around that part of the globe. Cheap labor and that (yeah right - like the submissive women in China myth - but I wont go there!).
Is it a coincidence that the in shape (well over 50) worker she hired before (and let go because she got flirty with me - hey, those boobs. I couldn't resist!) used to do a damn fine job, show up on time etc - never take off's without informing her in advance for the most part ...
... and that the fat Nazi feminist c*** she's hired now is the polar opposite? Ugh!
I dont believe in coincidences, never have, but thats how it goes, my friend ...
Again, take from this whatever lessons you may.
They're all TRUE!