And so we joined the gym

Crunch Fitness to be precise.
A gym by any other name would still smell as sweet sweaty... or however that saying goes.

The Boyfriend's boss bought himself, my boyfriend and their co-worker gym memberships a couple weeks ago so now he's got gym buddies, which is more than fantastic.

If he doesn't use the membership his boss pays for he'll feel guilty, ergo he'll use it. Not to mention that every time he works with them they all go to the gym and become total bros. 

Over the past few months of eating mostly meats, veggies and as little grain and dairy as possible, he's lost about 25 pounds. I still have only lost about seven.

However small that amount is and has been for weeks now, I do feel a change in myself. I want to be healthier. I want to eat good, whole foods. I generally like working out. Although I will say this about working out, I have yet to feel the endorphin rush or burst of energy afterwards as so many people claim happens. Mostly, I'm so exhausted that I end up sweaty and asleep on my couch.

Physically, I feel smaller, which is a pretty sweet.

In a previous post I mentioned a little wager between The Boyfriend and I. We outlined the terms and have been steadily working toward our respective weight loss goals.

Here are the terms thus far:
His goal weight loss is 100 pounds.
My goal weight loss is 50 pounds.

Essentially whoever reaches their goal first wins. What do we win you ask? Well let me break it down for you.

If he wins, I'll buy him a Playstation 4 when it's released. If I win, he has to buy me accessories or a lens for my DSLR. Monetarily we will try and keep it as equivalent as possible.

We've yet to take any measurements, or starting photos which I definitely regret so for now, we'll have to put our faith in our clothes and the numbers on the scale.