Fitness Game

As I’ve mentioned several times before, my wife and I have both made some serious efforts at getting our butts back into shape. In my case, it’s because I’ve recognized that losing weight and improving my fitness levels are the single biggest change I need to make to improve my Game. There are lots of other changes I need to make, but any single one of them will have a smaller effect than this single change. Even improving my financial status won’t have as much direct impact because my wife already has a good deal of respect for me there. Therefore, along with getting my business on a solid foundation, losing weight and getting in shape is my highest priority this year.

My wife, on the other hand, has joined in mostly because I’ve improved my Game well enough that she wants to make me happy by improving her own looks. Also, my improved Game is bringing back the old Hermione who really cared what other people thought of her, and let it motivate her in a good way.

We’re both also starting to see good results. In the past month, I’ve lost about 5 pounds (I dipped down to 220 even yesterday morning; it’s back up slightly today, but only slightly). More importantly, I’ve dropped an inch and a half around the waist (much more than the 5 pounds would suggest), and I’m seeing some strong improvement in my gym workouts. Today, for instance, every single exercise I did was up from last week (all numbers except pull-ups represent my final set):

Squats: 5×275 (up from 5×265 last week)
Deadlifts: 5×135 (up from 5×125)
Pull-ups: (three sets of: 4, 2.5, 2.5; kind of lame, but significantly up from 3, 2.5, and 1 last week and WAY up from 1,1 only a few weeks ago)
Bench Press: 3×190 (up from 3×165 last week, which was actually down from 3×185 the week before)

The numbers aren’t anything to brag about, I know. A few years ago, I was significantly higher on all counts (once upon a time my bench was up around 230, my squats were over 300, and I could do around 20-30 pull-ups in various sets in a workout). But I’ve been out of shape for a while, and you don’t get it back all in a day. Progress is the key, and my progress is solid and strong.

Hermione has been doing fairly well, also, although not quite as well. Her weight hasn’t dropped much, but her waistline has shrunk some – about the state I was in a few weeks ago, before the weight started coming off, too. That’s pretty normal when people first start hitting the gym, and the numbers one the scale are one reason people often give up early (the scale should be mostly ignored; it’s the waistline that matters anyway, and the relationship between the waistline and the scale is very fluid). More noticeably, she’s feeling a lot better from the dietary changes, her acne (a side effect of her PCOS) is clearing up a lot, and… she’s starting her period right now.

It’s not obvious why that’s a good thing in our case, so let me explain. She suffers from an endocrine disorder called PCOS that is mostly known for the effect it has on fertility and the reproductive system. One of the major symptoms is amenhorrea (lack of periods), with the obvious hit on fertility that that implies: no periods means no ovulation is happening, therefore, no fertility. The lack of ovulation also usually results in a decreased libido, as women’s sex drive is very closely tied to baby-making (both emotionally and physically).

This marks her first natural (not induced by any drugs) period in almost five years. Yes, we had to see a fertility specialist to conceive our son. For the record, the time frame when she was hocked up on fertility drugs was hands down our best sexual period in years (since the last time she was ovulating normally), leaving us with no doubt whatsoever that a major portion of her decreased libido really is a physical problem.

So, periods coming back is good for two reasons: one, it’s a sign that she’s getting into better shape (PCOS women often resume menstruating after losing weight; the disease is closely tied to insulin resistance), and it means her libido is very likely to increase as well.

The downside is that I’m extremely unlikely to get laid for 3-5 days. Had I known that, I might not have turned down sex last night (another post; maybe tomorrow). Still, it’s better in the long term that I did, so I’ll just tough it out.

All in all, definitely positive changes. As always, however, still lots of work needed.

Total Victory

Five days after her last message, I had an apology from my sister-in-law waiting on my Facebook account tonight. I strongly suspect that another family member (either my brother or somebody on her side – she barely sees my family) refused to take her side and/or pushed her into it. Whatever the reason, a strong victory has become a total rout.

Sadly, she is rather typical of a certain class of spoiled little girls that is overrunning America today. But we have learned a lesson here: stand your ground. Do not let these women walk all over you. DEMAND that they act like adults and take responsibility for their own actions.

Echoes of Stupidity

The Facebook argument with my sister-in-law that I  reported earlier continued through Saturday afternoon. By the end, it had mostly devolved into a loop that looked much like the following:

Her: Can’t we just stop arguing? Oh, by the way, here’s all the reasons that I’m right, with some personal insults added that I’ve tried (and failed) to make subtle so you can’t refute them.
Me: If you want to stop arguing, then stop arguing instead of playing passive-aggressive games under a pretension of politely ending an argument. Meanwhile, here’s a rebuttal to your continued argument, and some responses to the rudeness you’ve displayed toward myself and my wife.
[Repeat]

Finally, she broke down and asked what it would take to “peacefully end the argument.” I restated my position that “Can’t we just stop arguing? But here’s the reasons I’m right!” is intellectual bullying that I would not, under any circumstances, cave to and that I would continue to respond indefinitely to personal attacks against myself or my family. In her follow-up, I got blasted for not using the opportunity to make an attempt at a serious reconciliation (a classic tactic of the little girl who’s lost the argument). To which I essentially responded, “Make up your mind, you idiot. Do you want to just let it drop, or do you want reconciliation?” and made it clear that there would be no reconciliation without an apology for her rudeness (destroy her attempt to reframe, and continue to demand that she act like an adult).

That was Saturday afternoon; I have not heard anything back since. Evidently I have been right for many years, and she is not adult enough to cough up an apology for her rudeness (only the latest example of an ongoing problem). Still, a victorious battle – which I’m sure is just the first of many to come. Judging by her FB updates since then, I don’t think that she understands that I’m not mad at her. I’ve simply made a conscious decision not to put up with her rudeness to myself or my family (family here not just including myself, my wife, and my son, but also my parents and siblings, and my extended family). It’s been going on for years, and it’s extreme enough that ALL of the family and most of our friends have noticed it. Yet nobody will actually say anything to her (or my brother, who married her). My father just bottles it up and then gets testy and irritable at everyone else, and the rest of the family just whispers about it behind her back.

The wife, of course, is reacting extremely well to this decision.

We got roped into spending Saturday afternoon with my in-laws. I normally don’t mind all that much, but I’m generally extremely busy right now. Starting a business takes a lot of work, and I work most nights and weekends these days. On Saturday, I was a little irritated at the prospect of losing an entire afternoon – especially hot on the heels of having lost so much time dealing with The Twat. So Hermione offered to “make it up” to me later that evening – and then jokingly asked if that would make me less grumpy. I smiled at her and told her that depended on how good it was (honestly, the answer was yes; but that’s a beta response). She laughed and said that didn’t help her any right that moment, so I told her that if she wanted results right then, she could fulfill her end of the bargain right then. Her response was along the lines of, “not right here – there’s too much traffic.” (We were still in the car, on our way to the family event.)

I laughed, and didn’t press the opportunity. Big mistake – one I will endeavor not to make again. She insists otherwise (Anti-Slut Defense), but sex acts that risk discovery excite her, as long as it’s not too public (sex outside on a crowded city block, for instance, would probably be too much). In my defense, the main reason I didn’t push it is because I didn’t really have an idea for a good place to go. I shall have to think this problem through, to be sure that if the opportunity arises again I have something prepared.

Unfortunately, that afternoon she developed an acute soreness in her nether regions. We think it’s got something to do with the IUD, but we’re not sure. I let her off the hook that night in exchange for a rain check. She was still a bit sore on Sunday, so I gave her one more day. I did, however, collect my rain check last night.

It was short and brief, because it was late, but quite good. She’s definitely enjoying sex more – although given how little she had been enjoying it before my discovery of Game, that’s not really saying much. It wasn’t earth moving for her or anything, but there was a little bit of actual enjoyment, rather than mere toleration. The combination of my increased Game skills and our improved diet and exercise plan are definitely having a positive effect, although there’s a long way yet to go. We also discussed doing something a bit more time consuming in the next couple of days, so that I can spend more time on her enjoyment. She had a spark (just a spark, but still) of genuine enthusiasm for the idea, and even commented that when our money situation improves we need to buy a real bed frame (right now we just have a king sized mattress on the floor… quite embarrassing) for me to tie her to.

Oh yeah.

One last note, for anybody in a similar situation as myself who is just now discovering Game. One of the extreme problems for us in the bedroom has been that she really, really, REALLY wants me to be the one in charge there. Sadly, I’ve spent most of my life convinced brainwashed by the feminist movement into believing that women should be in charge of their own sexuality. Even though she told me she wanted me to take charge of her, I had a lot of trouble moving past my mental blocks and actually doing it. On occasion, we’d actually try something specific (such as tying her up and blindfolding her) that would have the effect of me taking charge, and she’s generally liked those things. Now, I’m learning to take charge on a more general basis.

Idiotic Family Members

My wife and I tried to give my sister-in-law (my brother’s wife) some health advice over Facebook this afternoon. It turned into a debacle, as she took it personally and started arguing pretty hard about why we were wrong.

Pre-Game me would’ve pushed hard to just let it go. To be honest, this is still my inclination. I’m not a huge fan of drama. Needless to say, Post-Game me didn’t let it go at all. Instead, right or wrong, I became determined to get the last word in.

Now, I should add a little back story to clarify some of my decisions here. First of all, my sister-in-law is a fucking retarded twatsicle. I mean seriously, I don’t know what’s going on up there. I don’t know why that annoys me so much, I’ve had years to get used to it. Worse, my brother is totally fucking whipped. Major case of beta-boy syndrome going on, to the point where I recognized it even before discovering Game. My wife commented recently that she was glad she married me instead of “that limp dick.” Seriously. So my twat of a sister-in-law, who already thinks she’s hot shit because her idiotic family treats her like she’s god’s great gift to earth, runs all over him, and he grovels over the ground she walks on, further inflating her sense of entitlement. Worse, the combination of all of it makes her think she’s actually got two brain cells to rub together.

I don’t actually agree with Ed Soto’s views on higher education for women, but if you wanted a poster child for his side of the argument, my sister-in-law would be it. She has a bullshit degree (Art Education – it doesn’t get much more bullshit than that), and she didn’t learn a damn thing. She has a seriously bullshit job. She can’t argue logically to save her life – it’s always an emotional argument.

And she’s more or less walked all over my family for the last 5 years, because nobody stands up to her shit – least of all my brother. Except me. Even before game. Because she’s full of shit, and I can’t take it. It’s led to her having some crazy obsession with me and my wife, that made absolutely no sense to me at all until I discovered Game, when all of a sudden it clicked and I realized that by standing up to her bullshit I’ve made myself the Alpha that she wants my brother to be but he isn’t.

Well fuck. I don’t want that, because seriously, she’s a twat waffle. I wouldn’t fuck that with a ten foot pole. Seriously – I wouldn’t pollute my genes with that.

So yeah, today I decided I wasn’t backing down. I didn’t care about winning the argument. It’s her health at issue, and fuck, she’s let her health go to shit anyway, so who cares, right? But I decided that I was going to have the last word, period. It went on well into the evening, back and forth. My brother even dropped in to tell us that we should just cave to her because she’s so smart and knows more about biology than us. No logical argument, just “she’s smart, listen to her.” So I still refused to cave, and in the end I got the last word.

Then I went to bed and fucked my wife. Not much foreplay because it was already late, so she wasn’t really all that into the sex. But she was totally getting off on me being Alpha anyway, so she really didn’t care that the sex wasn’t all that great for her.

Moral of the story: don’t let your idiotic fucktard family members walk all over you, your wife, or your family. I’m not a big fan of the drama, but I sure liked the fucking.

(So why am I still up to type this, you ask? Goddamn insomnia, that’s why.)

Need To Get Out More

One problem we have right now is that we don’t get out enough. There are a lot of reasons for that. Sadly, most of them are practical and are really difficult to work around.

Today, we drove over to my brother’s place (about an hour away) to spend some time with him, his wife, and my parents (who came into the area to visit their two grandchildren: our son and my niece). Hermione and I have made a lot of progress over the last few weeks, in several areas. One is general ambition. Another is weight and physical fitness. A big one is that I’ve made good progress in being more “alpha” around my wife. She likes it, and she’s conscious of liking it.

I hate to say it, because I love my brother and his wife both… but they’re hugely fat, lazy, and he’s a sheep, letting her run all over him. My dad is also more than a bit beta.

I let some of that work on its own today, but I also strategically amplified it some. I consciously chose the “daddy chair” at the head of the lunch table, and I dominated conversation more than a little (something I kind of did before; as I’ve said, there were a few things I was getting right by accident before I discovered Game). Add in a few other actions here and there…

When we got home this evening, we fed the rug rat, put him to bed, pulled some chicken out of the freezer to thaw for dinner (ended up microwave-defrosting it; we should’ve pulled it out last night)… and then she jumped me. It was good.

Yeah, we definitely need to get out more.