How to NOT get your brother's support on getting fit [PICS]

So as soon as I started getting more serious about this whole thing, I let my whole family know I wasn’t playing around. They respected my decision and embraced the fact I wouldn’t eat the same as them during family dinners and whatnot.
I moved in with my brother for university last year. We’ve always had a pretty normal brother-sister relationship (and yes, by normal I mean that sometimes I want to plant the sole of my foot against his nose and we’ll argue over what scent of dish soap has to be purchased).
My brother and I have very little in common, and that applies to looks as well:



Don’t let his baby face fool yah. This guy, right here, is the second most stubborn human being to walk the earth. And that’s where lies the only similarity between us: I am first.

This has always been our safe haven at home. We’ve always been laid back, chill, lazy people. And that’s why we have a hammock in the middle of our living room.


“This hammock has seen things.”, he proudly says.

My brother loves his hammock. And don’t get me wrong, as much as I love that little annoying *kitten*, the hammock was occupying a very precious spot that could not be exchanged:


“Is that a huge punching bag next to our minibar and grandma’s 19th century glassware?”

Badass at-home gym. I have to admit, I am really proud of it. Come on, bro, the hammock is cool and whatnot, but it’s not PUNCHING BAG cool. And laziness doesn’t fit my new active lifestyle.
So he got home, grabbed a bag of chips and went straight to his hammock where he’d be able to chill and use his laptop. He stood still for a few seconds, speechless and drowned in a puddle of disbelief. “Wha… Where the hell did you get that?”
He promptly grabbed the bag, trying to remove it from the hook. He didn’t expect it would be _that_ heavy. “Wha…. How the hell did you get that up there?”

He tried convincing me to get it off the hook. I said I couldn’t, it was way too heavy. I used a couple chairs to get it supported and just hook the thing in place, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
The next day he successfully gets to lift the 180 lb bag and replace his most loved hammock. I wasn’t at home, so I have no idea how that went. All I know is, as soon as I got home, while he showered, I removed the hammock and managed to hook the bag back in place.

And if that meant war, I would have my best war face on:


Mel Gibson, anyone? Close enough.

Now I just needed to convince him to let me paint his face like Kratos’:


To my surprise, though, my brother picked up the gloves and started punching the bag, not me. I was a bit disappointed my hard work went literally down the drain (and left the whole bathroom floor painted blue, but that’s another story).

So… Pals? Pals.

I made him this as a “thank you” gift (translates “you’re the sexiest, best brother in the world. But you are not Kratos”).