My wife has informed me that I’m not doing it right.  No, not that…although, now that you mention it…  Sorry, I digress.  At any rate, my wife is a reader.  She reads for work, she reads for pleasure.  She reads books, magazines, blogs, articles, road signs, nutrition labels.  When we buy a new CD, I pop it in to jam with the music.  She pulls out the cover to read the lyrics.

p90x-postersIn a recent discussion about my wavering commitment to fitness, Kelley informed me that she had done some research into the P90X program.  Apparently, there is a lot of stuff that you’re supposed to be doing that I’m not.  (Perhaps I would have known this if I read the instructions.)  One of the biggest complaints on blogs about this program comes from the wives of the men participants.  There is apparently a very strict nutritional regimen that participants are supposed to adhere to.  There are discussions about how particular the meals have to be, the calorie counting, how the stuff is so specialized that the women are preparing separate meals for their husbands and the rest of the family.

Perhaps this explains why I an not yet chiseled from stone.  However, I have spent a long time thinking on this issue (at least 30-45 seconds) and have concluded that I’m not the one doing it wrong.  It’s all these other people.  I don’t exercise because I want to be massive (although, that side effect would be welcome).  I exercise so that I can continue to eat all of the junk that I do.

And let’s be logical here.  If I do the regimen the way it’s intended, I’ll become an excellent specimen of human conditioning.  I’ll have to fend off ladies from all directions.  Husbands will be jealous.  There’s no end to the madness.  So, it is my love for you guys that leads me to only give a marginal effort to this health thing.  You’re welcome.