Since I was a child I have been very aware of what I eat and taste. Generally it is about enjoying it too much, I mean, the things I like the most, the flavors make the world a better place. Till I was entering puberty the weight issue was more or less under control, but all of a sudden I started to get thicker and thicker and at some point in my teenage years I was actually kind of fat, not obese whatsoever of course, only thicker that necessary and certainly more than the acceptable for a gay guy turning 15 in the mid 1990s. Fortunately for me, I got to a point after turning my sweet 16 that I spontaneously started to diet and working out, and by the time I was about to 17 and a half I was actually to thin and ready for the dating scene.
The very first boyfriend I had was six years older than me, handsome, ghostly white skin, very fit (his six pack was a sexy thing to contemplate), kind of geeky (on a very attractive way) and extremely jealous of my very straight best friend (a few months younger than me and whom I have always considered my brother since we were 14). He was the first guy I dated in my new shape, we were together for a few months and then I took off to live the rest of my life, we enjoyed each other very much, although I have to confess I was not ready for the commitment he was demanding from me and I was eager to learn even more. After him, I started to travel around the world and absorb as much as possible and keep the lessons well engraved, so I would´t make a mistake more than once… sometimes twice. But the flavors and the hunger for new places, new people and new food has never stopped; here I am now, on a sunday night chronicling disperse stories and turning them into an intelligible whole, after spending an amazing day in the city that has recently embraced me as my home, Paris, France; after having a lavish brunch in a newly found restaurant but with not so much of a boundary about the amount of food; after taking a break and grabbing a bag with stuff and flying to the gym to make up for all the excessive calories ingested, surrounded by beautiful colorful walls and very elaborate wooden framed mirrors, cushioned by old red velvet and waitered by very well mannered "garçons" that speak kind and smile while bringing a very well done burger (no mayo). Now I´m surrounded by beauty and bakery shops with the most amazing variety of breads and pastries, decided to make monday detox day, did it last monday I´m ready to do it tomorrow and I hope my will keeps me hanging on in this purpose and in my, almost daily, commutes to the Gym.
What is this detox about? luckily is a One Day only thing, intense because there´s nothing allowed but vegetables and some fruits to make it a little sweeter and less torturing, but nothing to complain about here really, one day of vegetable shakes and green tea, chamomile and water, really make you feel good the day after, the sacrifice it´s worth it… But I will keep my sexy little tush in the apartment, I don´t know how strong I am for real, there are like 5 pastry shops, countless bakeries, and for Christ sake! This is Paris, there are crepe shops like shit on the sidewalks (that´s not a legend, these frenchies are responsible enough to take their charming canine friends out for walks, but they also are careless pricks with no will to pick up the little pooches tiny mountains of crap, although there are more and more owners starting to bend to pick up doggy shit), don´t want to see if I can fight my crave for croissants or Pain au Chocolate, I really want to feel like I lost a couple of pounds of toxins and I´m two months younger and I have two more day to live… Out of the programmed schedule I mean.
Working out is another story, I love it, while I´m already there, bringing myself to arrive it´s harder than lifting my weight in four series of twelve repetitions and then on again, only the opposite way; but once you´re there you know you were meant to pamper your body with a little sweat and a little effort and then the sauna to sweat and burn more calories and relax after the session. It is hard, I must say the very first times I started to workout while a teenager, it was a bizarre experience, one I didn´t know where to catalogue in my life and brain, the body aches after the first sessions was unknown till then, it is not as if a professional switches training program and feels like having worked some new muscle in the body, no, this is more like a I-have-been-tortured-and-I-have-no-idea-what-happened-but-yes-I-know-and-I-let-myself-fall-in-slow-motion-in-the-fluffly-family-room-couch-and-a-tear-slides-through-my-cheek-then-I-sob-and-ask-myself-again-why kind of feeling, but there I am, hanging on to the will of being healthy and, some times, especially when the summer is just weeks away, because I need to change my DNA information and look better than I usually do.
Will tell you how the Monday Detox went, it is mostly green stuff and lost of will to keep the health sometimes we take for granted. Stay beautiful.
The very first boyfriend I had was six years older than me, handsome, ghostly white skin, very fit (his six pack was a sexy thing to contemplate), kind of geeky (on a very attractive way) and extremely jealous of my very straight best friend (a few months younger than me and whom I have always considered my brother since we were 14). He was the first guy I dated in my new shape, we were together for a few months and then I took off to live the rest of my life, we enjoyed each other very much, although I have to confess I was not ready for the commitment he was demanding from me and I was eager to learn even more. After him, I started to travel around the world and absorb as much as possible and keep the lessons well engraved, so I would´t make a mistake more than once… sometimes twice. But the flavors and the hunger for new places, new people and new food has never stopped; here I am now, on a sunday night chronicling disperse stories and turning them into an intelligible whole, after spending an amazing day in the city that has recently embraced me as my home, Paris, France; after having a lavish brunch in a newly found restaurant but with not so much of a boundary about the amount of food; after taking a break and grabbing a bag with stuff and flying to the gym to make up for all the excessive calories ingested, surrounded by beautiful colorful walls and very elaborate wooden framed mirrors, cushioned by old red velvet and waitered by very well mannered "garçons" that speak kind and smile while bringing a very well done burger (no mayo). Now I´m surrounded by beauty and bakery shops with the most amazing variety of breads and pastries, decided to make monday detox day, did it last monday I´m ready to do it tomorrow and I hope my will keeps me hanging on in this purpose and in my, almost daily, commutes to the Gym.
What is this detox about? luckily is a One Day only thing, intense because there´s nothing allowed but vegetables and some fruits to make it a little sweeter and less torturing, but nothing to complain about here really, one day of vegetable shakes and green tea, chamomile and water, really make you feel good the day after, the sacrifice it´s worth it… But I will keep my sexy little tush in the apartment, I don´t know how strong I am for real, there are like 5 pastry shops, countless bakeries, and for Christ sake! This is Paris, there are crepe shops like shit on the sidewalks (that´s not a legend, these frenchies are responsible enough to take their charming canine friends out for walks, but they also are careless pricks with no will to pick up the little pooches tiny mountains of crap, although there are more and more owners starting to bend to pick up doggy shit), don´t want to see if I can fight my crave for croissants or Pain au Chocolate, I really want to feel like I lost a couple of pounds of toxins and I´m two months younger and I have two more day to live… Out of the programmed schedule I mean.
Working out is another story, I love it, while I´m already there, bringing myself to arrive it´s harder than lifting my weight in four series of twelve repetitions and then on again, only the opposite way; but once you´re there you know you were meant to pamper your body with a little sweat and a little effort and then the sauna to sweat and burn more calories and relax after the session. It is hard, I must say the very first times I started to workout while a teenager, it was a bizarre experience, one I didn´t know where to catalogue in my life and brain, the body aches after the first sessions was unknown till then, it is not as if a professional switches training program and feels like having worked some new muscle in the body, no, this is more like a I-have-been-tortured-and-I-have-no-idea-what-happened-but-yes-I-know-and-I-let-myself-fall-in-slow-motion-in-the-fluffly-family-room-couch-and-a-tear-slides-through-my-cheek-then-I-sob-and-ask-myself-again-why kind of feeling, but there I am, hanging on to the will of being healthy and, some times, especially when the summer is just weeks away, because I need to change my DNA information and look better than I usually do.
Will tell you how the Monday Detox went, it is mostly green stuff and lost of will to keep the health sometimes we take for granted. Stay beautiful.
Pero Alvin, que alegría ver que tu también te has subido al carro de los blogs.. no tenía ni idea, pero conociéndote ya me hago fan desde el minuto uno... un beso muy fuerte y me alegro de que te vaya tan bien en Paris... Muakkkkk
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