My dad used to tell me that if I ever stopped weight lifting, all the muscles I had would turn to flab.
I thought my muscles would always stay muscles, but they would get smaller. I was wrong. My muscles turned flabby after a year or two. I felt weak and out of shape, and I knew that I had to get back to the gym. Becoming a father and the owner of a business had made me weak and lazy. The laziness had made me flabby. I called the local gym I used to go to, and I asked if they were taking new members. I made an appointment to go to the gym and sign up for a membership. When I got home from the gym, my wife knew that something was different with me. I told her about joining the gym. I told her I had signed up for a membership. I wanted to get back into weight lifting. She kissed my cheek and told me it was about time. She knew how much I missed going to the gym. I think she felt like it was hers and the kid’s fault for my not going anymore. I tried to explain that I just couldn’t find the time, but she didn’t believe me. She said she could take care of the family and the home, if I wanted to take a couple hours to take care of myself. I guess I never thought about it that way. Weight lifting was for taking care of myself and looking better. It helped me to take care of my family and my mental health.