Workout @ MindSay

Once, just once I would like to go to the gym and work out without having to "clean up" after somebody. This is probably a petty complaint, but why after most guys stack a ton of weight on a bar or Hammer Strength machine finish using it, they decide it's cool for somebody else to take the weight off if they want to use it next?  It's as if they mustn't expend any more energy than required to lift these mammoth amounts of weight during their workout and anything extra, well that's the next person's problem. Never mind that the next guy or girl probably is going to lift less than half of what is on the bar...  I swear the gym should force the lazy to hire a "gym caddy".  You know, somebody to un-rack all of the weight that your local resident meathead somehow had the energy to put on the bar in the first place.  

What better way to spend an evening than laptopping by the glow of the Christmas tree lights while watching trashy celebrity news, eating jujubes, kittycat cuddling and warming one's feet by the fire? It's that kind of nasty rain-soaked night that leaves your bones cold long after you've come inside. I woke up with a headache that Tylenol hasn't quite slain -- though it's taken the edge off, I can still feel the pain lurking on the sidelines, plotting its return. It occurred to me that it's probably the lingering effects of the wine I drank last night -- which is pretty sad, since I only had a couple small glasses.

 

On Wednesday nights my roommate and I have our "date night," which consists of having dinner and watching America's Next Top Model. We take turns cooking and buying wine with the rules that we have to try a new recipe every week and must give the non-cook the opportunity to veto the choice in case it's something they really hate (so far not a problem, since neither of us have met many foods we don't like). cricker81 outdid herself last night with Pork Tenderloin With Onion-Balsamic Sauce and light scalloped potatoes. Yum!

 

Working a split shift tomorrow with YMCA volunteering in between -- which means 14 hours divvied up between 3 gyms. Huzzah! With all that gym-time on my hands I better damn well get a good workout in -- I tried this afternoon, but my aching head and general wine-related weakness made it a write-off. Between a half-hearted half hour on the elliptical, a few lazy crunches and the feeling that one more push-up might result in total organ failure, I've had better days on the fitness front. C'est la vie!

I'm not fat, I'm thick boned. Actually I'm a bit over weight but nowhere near pathetically obese. I just have those mommy pounds plus the stress pounds of my life of the last 6 years. I've started excercising using those 2 foot diameter excercise balls and today, I found a Tae bo dvd on sale. I bought it. Silly rabbit.

I thought B*tch lady on the excercise ball dvd was bad. Guess I was wrong. Billy Blanks is Jesus with a mean streak. No really, he is. He quotes the Bible and everything....meanwhile working you into a little dirt smudge on the floor.

I just hope i can move tomorrow.

If I don't post, send the paramedics to find me.

Well. I know I'm fat. I've been gradually getting fatter over the past 10 years. I average 7lbs a year, which doesn't seem noticable, but I finally realized that it's getting out of control when I tried to zip up some boots and my ankles and calves are too big now. I hate seeing pictures of myself...I still think of me as the size 8 I was in high school. My BMI is 30.8 which is .8 over "overweight" and is now in "obesity". I realize that people gain weight as they get older, but I can really see the difference in how I feel as well. That feeling of light-headed-ness when I climb a flight of stairs, the constant napping and the total lack of sex-drive are a few hints. I'd like to be able to get off work and not have to waste the next 5 hours before going to bed by napping or sitting in front of the computer because I'm too tired to do anything else. I want to have the energy to DO things! I want to be able to zip up a pair of boots! I want to be able to shop in the womens section again, not the plus-size section (it's always so picked over!) I've joined a gym and keep promising myself that I'm actually going to GO this time. I'll start out small...one class a week and maybe once a week just doing the treadmill or stationery bike or  something. Just so I'm getting active.  I  have an appointment in a couple of hours to go to the nutritionist/chiropractor/personal trainer at the gym. I hope they can help me get into a realistic program that I won't trash after 2 weeks...oh, and I need to quit smoking. Even though I only smoke 2-5 cigs a day, I need to just STOP already, they make me feel BAD and stinky too. Fingers crossed...