After being dumped by his long-term boyfriend for being overweight, Henry Beckett decides to make some drastic changes. In a vain attempt at getting his boyfriend back, Henry does the most absurdly frightening thing he can think of.
He joins a gym.
Reed Henske is a personal trainer whoisn’t sure he’ll ever be ready to date again. He’s sick of guys who are only interested in the perfect body image, never seeing him for who he really is.
As Reed tortures Henry with things like diet and exercise, Henry enamours Reed with recipes and laughter. As the friendship lines start to blur, Henry is convinced there’s no way Thor-like Reed could ever be interested in a guy like him.
Reed just has to convince Henry that life isn’t about reaching your ideal bodyweight. It’s about finding your perfect counterweight.
Most people can’t tell you the moment their life changed. One day they’re twenty years old with the world at their feet, then the next they’re closer to forty and wondering where the hell their life went. There’s no Logan’s Run age qualifier that deems you’re past your use-by date. There’s no ceremony with gowns and funny hats to say you’ve graduated from ticking one age-group box on a survey to ticking the next age-group box. You just turn around, and wham-bam-thank-you-very-fucking-much, you’re old.
I’m thirty-five. I don’t classify myself as old. Well, I didn’t.
Until Graham, my live-in boyfriend of eight years, came home and told me he was done. He didn’t want to spend his life with an overweight old man. I wasn’t fun anymore. I didn’t look after myself anymore. I wasn’t what he wanted.
And that was the moment my life changed.
Just to be clear on one thing, my now ex-boyfriend is the same age as me. And when he called me an old man, he wasn’t having a dig at my age. He was having a go at how I lived my life. I didn’t go out clubbing, I didn’t go for runs through the park, I didn’t want to go hiking on weekends.
Strolls for coffee, yes. And weekends at a log cabin reading books, doing wine tours, and cooking too much food, yes. I was more about enjoying the finer things in life, whereas he was avoiding his thirties the same way a cat avoided going to the vet. And apparently that made me old.
So the age comment I could ignore because I liked what I liked. But the overweight comment hit me hard.
After I’d gotten over the shock of his words and the shock of seeing his stuff packed in boxes and his front door key sitting on the kitchen bench, the realisation hit me that, yes, he really was leaving me. But the biggest shock came afterwards. After two bottles of wine and sobbing with my best friend, Anika, on the now-mostly-empty living room floor, I made my way to the bathroom. Drunk and an emotional mess, I stripped off intending to shower. Only I saw myself in the mirror and, for the first time, saw myself.
And I saw how Graham saw me, and I saw why he left me.
I was overweight. I did look old. I was a fucking mess.
So yes, that, the very lowest point of my life, was the day my life changed.
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Two days later I stood out the front of the local gym, which was ten minutes from my place, that I’d driven past a thousand times, gathering my resolve to walk inside. With a deep breath and newfound determination, I pushed through the doors and walked up to the reception counter. A young and fit looking woman smiled brightly at me. “Can I help you?”
“Yes. My name is Henry Beckett. And I need some help getting my boyfriend back.”
She blinked. “Pardon?”
“My life,” I amended quickly. Great work Henry, you idiot. Announce that you have no life andyou’re gay as an icebreaker. Seriously, this is why you’re single. “I meant to say, I need help getting my life back.”
I heard someone chuckle beside me, and I turned to see a gorgeous, six foot fridge-sized man smiling at me. He had short blond hair, stunning blue eyes, and he wore a gym uniform so tight it looked like it was painted on. He held out his hand, and I was almost scared to shake it in fear he would crush my fingers or something, but it was warm and firm. “My name’s Reed. And you’ve come to the right place.”
The Weight Of It All by N.R. Walker
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book, should have come with a warning : Do not read in any public place. Because people will think that you are crazy happy or need a therapy. Seriously.
I can’t stop giggling and laughing while reading this. Oh Henry…You’ll love Henry’s motor mouth and no-filter mouth! He is hilarious! No wonder why Reed is so smitten with him since he first met Henry.
Henry need to have his life back after his douche ex dump him because he’s ‘old and fat’. Ugh, what kind of breaking up line was that?
And of course after that, gym is the best solution. With his no-filter mouth, he caught Reed’s attention easily, and they’re became friends after the first ‘program’.
Henry was still feel his low self confidence when he’s with Reed, but after Reed revealed his ‘secret’, and why he hates it when Henry called himself fat. Well, Henry’s finally understood why Reed can put up with his issue all this time. And he can finally gained his self confidence, with Reed’s help.
This is a slow burn story which a bit rare for Nic’s books, and hilarious because every time Henry open his mouth, he makes me and Reed laugh and it’s hard to see why his ex dump him in a first place. Henry is adorable and lucky Reed for having him.
Oh and you know it’s always true, when people says, ‘a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. And Henry proofed it with his addictive Citrus cake that Reed become to love since the first slice . Reed loved it in a level, addictive. Oh Henry…you got it right bruh!
This is a no-angst comfort happy read, and I NEED this in my life. I have missed Henry and Reed already, and now I’m in a second read.
And Nic, I need the recipes!!!
Highly recommended! And be happy.
Special recommendation for my friend Dey. This one is good for gaining your anti-body.
This is soooooooo adorable !
Read. This. Book!!!!!!!!!
*ARC provided by the author for a fair and unbiased review.
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