So... If you've seen my previous post, guess what, my GF saw it too a day later, because the notification for the reply popped off while she was near me and wanted to see it and I showed it to my GF cause I feel like it wasn't something to hide. The actual fuck up is the final paragraph so skip to it if you want. I just want everyone to know the full context

Well, first of all, I got roasted for my fail at math of kgs to lbs. But it did make her bring up the topic of going to the gym that day after all the fat comments, which to be fair, I do agree with the obese comments because I basically added about another 20kgs to her actual weight and 84kgs(to clarify, she weighs about 63kgs, not effing this up again) is not healthy for a 5'2 woman. But guess what, not the talk you wanna have trying to defend yourself on this to your gf.

Anyways, we went to the gym 7 times these past two weeks for us and a 3 hour stop by there and getting a solid 90 minutes of proper exercise has been good for us, especially bonding over that shared experience of first week muscle pains. For the first day, we got on the scales so we can start the tracking our progress. Initially she thought the scale was broken cause I clocked in at 88kgs, which a quick google search showed her I should be borderline obese according to the BMI chart she saw. I told her that you cannot properly trust that cause while it is a good measure to consider, it's very reductive. To prove my point I got another guy who was about my build nearby and politely asked him if he can help me out prove it. He obliged and he clocked in at 79kgs. So I told her the easiest way to tell you're obese is to take a look in the mirror.(minor fuck up 1 cause I realized she may body image issues, even though she looks sexy(and my type), this is a separate issue I will have to talk about later)

For the first 5 sessions I have basically shown her how the machines work and which part of the body they focus on. And set up an alternating schedule for training muscle groups as our work schedule doesn't allow a 48 hour interval between gym visits if we want to go together for a full session.

Last session on Sunday, I had a bit more time to myself as my GF got the hang of things and instead of getting on the treadmill for cardio after the muscle training as usual, I decided to hit the sandbags. I used to go to the boxing club in my uni before covid to keep in shape(furthest I went for a fight was only sparring with headgear and gloves, not any matches), so I just did the old practice the club had us do. And guess what, that was a wake up call for me on how absolutely shot my cardio actually was and made me realize I should have done this way earlier.

Anyways for the fuckup, absolutely drained, brain not getting enough thinking juice, I sat on the floor next to my GF on her treadmill while she was on her cooldown run and started making small talk. First thing she talked about was the punching and I told her about the club. And fellas, when head empty, and filter is gone, you say some real stupid shit and you don't realize. Some highlights of what I realize I said either make me sound like a psychopath or a violent maniac, especially since I don't think she doesn't have context on how boxing training worked.

GF: So why the boxing club instead of a football, basketball etc.

Me: Cause if I'm gonna run for 2 hours in the name of being physically fit, I want the opportunity to at least beat up the guy making me do it(roadwork and mitt hitting)

GF: Isn't it violent and don't you guys hesitate during the spars?

Me: Yeah, the hesitation lasted for me right up until I got hit. It wasn't even a matter of hitting another person anymore, you kinda get set on autopilot to hit the mitt targets you practiced hundreds of times already.

And the biggest one in hindsight

GF: So how many people did you actually fight?

Me: 5 others.

GF: Must have been a small club.

Me: No we had like 60-70 members, which still made it one of the smaller clubs in our uni but it was decent.

GF: Why did you only fight 5 others then.

Me: The 6 of us were the only ones in the light heavyweight and above weightclass. The rest of them were middle weight or lower, if we sparred and if we ever managed to land a proper hit on the lighter weight classes, there was a very real chance of heavy injuries for them.

GF: Did you enjoy your time there?

Me: Yeah, it was fun to just forget about the world for a bit and hit something like a caveman.

The topic ended with that last one but we kept talking for 5 or so more minutes about other stuff, she was done with her cooldown, so we went home after that.

As I'm sitting here at work now my dumbass realized what I sound like as my mind decided to replay that conversation.

TL;DR, my physically and mentally exhausted brain decided to make myself sound like a bloodthirsty maniac and/or psycopath to my GF.

I'm not even looking for advice for this one, I'll give her proper answers if she ever brings this up again, but I am sweeping this under the rug.