Spin Class

A friend of a friend, who is a neighbor, decided to purchase numerous "spinning" stationary bikes and start her own class. I thought I'd do it because the classes are held at night and maybe I'd scare the shit out of my body and it would, in fear, harden up with MUSCLE, LEAN MUSCLE.

I went to my first class last night. It kicked my ass. There were only 5 of us there, one being a friend of my hubbies who jacked his knee up a while back and needs some physical therapy. The other three were young girls and I've decided I don't like young girls anymore--as long as it comes to working out.

They all were able to keep up with the instructor, whereas I could not. Two of them didn't sweat a drop, whereas my towel was drenched as were both of my sleeves and the rest of my shirt and probably the entire crotch of my pants but I didn't give a shit about that -- I hurt. Yes, I know that it is jealousy and not hatred but it is much easier to say "I hate you" rather than "I wish I were like you". Easier on the ego anyway.

Goals

I have set goals, finally, for myself regarding the whole healthy living schtuff. I typed them all cutesy, printed them on BRIGHT orange paper, and posted them on the door of my armoire.
They are as follows:
1. Do at least 20 push ups a day--working up to 100
2. Do at least one set of an ab exercise per day
3. Ask myself if I stayed true to the "no sugar except on weekends" rule I have declared
4. Other Goals:

Here is where I proceeded to cut and paste picks of body parts that I covet. Yes, I do know that it is unhealthy to set goals to look like someone else and it is much better to love oneself but I need something visual. I chose a picture of Kelly Ripa's arm (fyi: there are no heads on these pictures, just the body part I am coveting), Carrie Underwood's legs, and Britney Spears' tummy. It is a recent pic of Britney so I KNOW if she can make herself look like that after 2 kids and a mental breakdown, so. can. I!

Mock me if you will but I think this will help me because before this I was a hamster in a wheel: I went to the gym, watched what I ate, watched nothing change, and was depressed that I saw no change. But I never had goals. Maybe this will be the key.

I don't know if I'd call it progress???

I went to the gym today with hubbie so all weights no cardio (contemplating going running right now). I can curl 20 lb dumbbells, do other pully things for bi & triceps at around 35-40 lbs, and do dips with only having to remove 90 lbs from my weight (cool machine that lets you do it=equal opportunity shtuff). My arms are nowhere near "cut" rather they still have dimples and even when I flex there is barely any muscle. I don't know what to do. When I started going to the gym on a regular basis, about 1.5 years ago, I could only curl 10-12 lbs and I didn't attempt the other machines. So I have made progress in the strength category; I just don't know when I will be able to put the smack down on someone to show my progress. Because you know I spend most of my free time beating the shit out of people to show how strong I am. On a side note: I did come home, eat a healthy lunch, and follow it up with two slices of homemade bread with butter. Hmmm... I just don't know why I have dimply arms...

Slacker that I am

So I was able to leave work an hour early today because of a scheduled power outage. Instead of going to the gym for an unplanned yet well needed visit, I high tailed it for home. When I arrived I was pleasantly surprised with 3 loaves of homemade WHITE bread and a half eaten ginormous hershey kiss. Yea! I ate 3 thick pieces of bread, with butter (mind you I cut butter out of my diet almost a year ago) and finished the kiss. Oh sweet lord above it was GOOOOOD. Now I am sad. Not only did I not work out, I ate about a million calories more than normal. What is my problem? I need counseling for this....this....compulsive eating binges. Other than being totally burned out about work (on my much needed vacays I worked on presentations for teaching teachers) and the lack of sunshine in my area for a month (yes, I am affected by Seasonal Affective Disorder) I don't know why I do it. I don't always have "bad" feelings when I binge: sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm just bored. I'm looking for suggestions for solving my problem or at least someone to say "its ok, there is always tomorrow to work that ass off". Oh, I forgot to let you know that my goal is to look super hot by the 1st week of May. My hubbie has an annual work golf tournie that we go to and basically it is all the wives comparing one another by the pool as we sip (I use the term sip very loosely) on Blue Hawaiians. I want to be the hated one this year. What a goal huh? Well at least I have set one.

Bragging Rights

I know that I said I was now going to focus on gym related posts but I feel the need to shout this from every roof top:
I received a phone call from Dax's teacher yesterday, the school got the SAT scores back. Dax scored in the. top. 10% of. the. nation! The school is going to recognize his efforts at their assembly on Friday. YEA DAX!!

New Direction, or rather "a" direction

I haven't posted for awhile and am at a loss of what to write about because it has been so long. I have decided that I would dedicate this blog to my experiences at the gym and the whole getting healthy, losing weight thing. Today I went to a "power pump" class, the same class I attend every Monday and Wednesday that I don't have to work. She teaches on Fridays too but every day is dedicated to a specific area of the body and Fridays are chest. They do a shitload of push ups, not girl pushups, boy pushups. NOT FOR DARCIE! Today was shoulders, legs, and abs. I think I should just throw in the towel now. It seems as if everyday it gets harder to keep up with the instructor, not easier. Doesn't it make more sense that if you are becoming stronger and more fit you would be able to "do" more. Not so much. I don't want to sound catty but there are a couple of girls who come to class who are pushing 230 and they can keep up. WTF??? During the bazillion squats we did I had to take a couple of breathers. To be honest I thought I was going to squat and continue downward until I was on my face. But that big girl kept on a trucking. Can someone explain this?
I hadn't done any cardio in awhile so I thought that I would fit some in after the class but before I had to get Tel out of the daycare there. 25 minutes of level 7 around the world biking ended up being 20 minutes. I guess 20 is better than nothing but now I am sulking around my house wishing I could take a nap and knowing that I was going to mop floors but have no energy to do so. Besides after the hour of shoulder presses I probably could not lift the mop to wring it out. Maybe Friday...