Not that I'm at all scared of the big 3-0. I actually enjoy the idea of being in my 30's. I still have 13 more days to go, but I have yet to feel like the sky is about to fall or that I'll become depressed because I'm not already married with wee-Rice Spices running around. That part I can handle. I accept that I don't follow the standard Southern mentality that I should marry young, raise children young, and then live my life. Because to be honest...when do you REALLY get to "live life" after you've had kids? When they're adults and married themselves? Jeez! I'll be 50 by the time that happens. Call me selfish, but I prefer to have some fun before I become shackled to the responsibilities of a family.
The reason I got the five fingers across the face today about my age was at about 6:45am this morning as I was almost done with Day 2 with Trainer. The first day, we went through the basics of using most of the machines and some free-weight techniques - stuff I pretty much already knew. Today was my full fitness assessment. I filled out this long drawn out questionnaire about where I want to be physically, what my goals are, yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah. I could've summed it up in one sentence: I want my 21-year-old body back! Seeing as Trainer did not know me back in my six-pack days (the stomach, not the beer), I filled out the stupid forms. I decided that I just wanted to lose a bit of weight and just overall get toned. Not too bad, right? We'll see...good on paper does not always translate as good in reality.
After all the forms and body measurements (MY THIGHS ARE HOW MANY INCHES?!?!), we did a few things to measure my physical capacity. We checked my strength and balance while doing squats, how many push-ups I could do in a minute, how many sit-ups I could do in a minute, and how long it took me to fast-pace a mile on the tread. I don't think I did terrible, but let me tell you something. I recall the days when I could do double the push-ups I did this morning as well as more than double the sit-ups. It was an eye-opener into how much my body has changed. Luckily, Trainer has given me a glimmer of hope that I could be back to what I was or at least pretty damn close. I've set attainable goals, but just need the time to squeeze it into the schedule....grrr!
Overall, I'm happy that Trainer didn't laugh his ass off at me during the assessment or found my inability to do 100 push-ups in the allotted time frustrating. He made me feel that we could reach my goals pretty easily. Although, he could just be blowing smoke up my ass so that I'll keep using him. From here on out, his sessions with me will be $60 an hour...yikes! I better look like Madonna after a month seeing as I plan to use him twice a week for the first month, then ween him off to once a week, then to not at all. I figure this is a much better way to spend my money than going out to eat or binge drinking with friends. Why can't they develop an alcoholic beverage that makes me as thin and sexy as I think I am when I'm drunk?!?! That manufacturer would make BILLIONS!!!
Showing posts with label working out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label working out. Show all posts
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Wish me luck!
Tomorrow morning I have an appointment with a trainer at my gym. The goal is to lose 10 lbs by mine and Baby's trip to Peru on Memorial Weekend. Possible? Absolutely. Will I need the assistance of a young, beefy, certified workout expert? Probably not, but I figure I might as well have eye candy to pass the time. And I figure he could put me on a better workout plan to work on all my "problem areas" aka everything between my neck and knees. Everything outside those zones I'm pretty happy with ;)
Anyway, he's already forewarned me that we'll be working on upper body during our first session. I can tell you now that I'm in trouble. I have great cardio and leg strength from running, but my upper body is one big ball of saggy, flabby mush. Maybe he can make me look like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2. That would be awesome. Honestly, I'd just be happy to not have arms that jiggled as much and thighs that aren't double the size of Baby's chicken legs.
Wish me luck that my first meeting with Trainer doesn't kill me...
Anyway, he's already forewarned me that we'll be working on upper body during our first session. I can tell you now that I'm in trouble. I have great cardio and leg strength from running, but my upper body is one big ball of saggy, flabby mush. Maybe he can make me look like Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2. That would be awesome. Honestly, I'd just be happy to not have arms that jiggled as much and thighs that aren't double the size of Baby's chicken legs.
Wish me luck that my first meeting with Trainer doesn't kill me...
Friday, March 02, 2007
Oh the weekend...
I'm so ready for the weekend. Unfortunately, I have to work both jobs today. This may be the first time in a year that I've had to work on a Friday night at Job#2. Sadly, my new schedule for this season at Job# 2 gives me Saturdays and Sundays off, but no longer Fridays :( I can usually find someone to work the shift for me on Fridays, but have been pretty unsuccessful lately. Oh, well. I shouldn't complain. I am getting paid money versus being out and SPENDING money. Although I do get off at 10:30pm, which is more than enough time to still do some monetary damage before last call.
Other than that, I have nothing else major to post. I've got a big goal to get more routine with my gym time seeing as (1) it was one of my new year's resolutions, (2) I've gained about 6 lbs - which we all know on a short person looks like double that...man, I hate that!!! And, (3) I have to fit into one of my 5 gowns that I have in my closet for the Startlight Gala on March 24th. Unfortunately, the one I REALLY want to wear is a bit (ok, a lot) snug. I can barely zip it up and when I do get the zipper in the upright and locked position, I can imagine if it were actually alive screaming, "I can't hold on much longer!" before it snaps open as well as that I look like a minor (not major) dimpled potato. Now that you have that vision, you can understand how distraught I was that I had put on some added "almost in my 30's" pounds. Metabolism isn't what it used to be. I use to go through occasional workout hiatuses and not see that my body was slipping all that badly. I might be able to feel like I was getting out of shape, but I was never able to look at myself in the mirror and quickly observe the muffin top spilling over a pair of pants or notice how much more my hips look like linked sausage with the strings separating them where my underwear cuts into my hip. Jeez! Ok, by no means do I think I'm FAT because I know I'm not, but it's that whole getting accustomed to my body and my metabolism not being what it use to be. Oh, well... I hit the gym 3 times this week and feel good. Hopefully, I can keep this up and can feel better about putting on my bathing suit at the end of the month for the Galveston trip.
Anway, enough about my senseless "woe is me" ranting. I hope you all have a great weekend. Kisses!
Other than that, I have nothing else major to post. I've got a big goal to get more routine with my gym time seeing as (1) it was one of my new year's resolutions, (2) I've gained about 6 lbs - which we all know on a short person looks like double that...man, I hate that!!! And, (3) I have to fit into one of my 5 gowns that I have in my closet for the Startlight Gala on March 24th. Unfortunately, the one I REALLY want to wear is a bit (ok, a lot) snug. I can barely zip it up and when I do get the zipper in the upright and locked position, I can imagine if it were actually alive screaming, "I can't hold on much longer!" before it snaps open as well as that I look like a minor (not major) dimpled potato. Now that you have that vision, you can understand how distraught I was that I had put on some added "almost in my 30's" pounds. Metabolism isn't what it used to be. I use to go through occasional workout hiatuses and not see that my body was slipping all that badly. I might be able to feel like I was getting out of shape, but I was never able to look at myself in the mirror and quickly observe the muffin top spilling over a pair of pants or notice how much more my hips look like linked sausage with the strings separating them where my underwear cuts into my hip. Jeez! Ok, by no means do I think I'm FAT because I know I'm not, but it's that whole getting accustomed to my body and my metabolism not being what it use to be. Oh, well... I hit the gym 3 times this week and feel good. Hopefully, I can keep this up and can feel better about putting on my bathing suit at the end of the month for the Galveston trip.
Anway, enough about my senseless "woe is me" ranting. I hope you all have a great weekend. Kisses!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
What a disasterous morning!
So in an effort to get back on my healthy track, I got up this morning and ran 2.5 miles. I was struggling BIG TIME. Just a couple of months ago, I was running 3 miles stretches with ease 4 days a week and up to 5 miles if I felt like pushing myself. Gotta hate when slacking on your gym time takes it's toll on you! I get back to my apartment and head straight to the bathroom to turn the shower on, and then it happened - *squirt, squirt, trickle, squirt*. The water wasn't working. So I head over to the sink and try that. Again, denied.
After calling my complex for almost half an hour and getting a busy signal, I finally get the answering service at which time they confirm what I already knew. A water line had broken affecting the entire complex, and there was no estimated time as to when it would be fixed. So there I stood... mortified that I would have to go through the day a greasy, sweaty, smelly mess because we're short-staffed today, and I HAVE to be at the office and can't take a personal day. What's even more ironic is that it's the one day that every single one of my friends that normally don't have to be in for work until 8:30 a.m. or later all went to work early this morning squashing any possibility of toting my toiletries elsewhere for a shower. What are the odds?
So I kicked into resourceful gear. With the help of some bottled waters and a packet of my two-year-old niece's baby wipes left at my place on her last visit, I was able to make myself quasi-presentable for the general public. I felt like I was camping with what I had to work with. Greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail and doused with tropical body spray, I was only 30 minutes late to work. Maybe this is a sign that going to the gym is bad luck...haha.
After calling my complex for almost half an hour and getting a busy signal, I finally get the answering service at which time they confirm what I already knew. A water line had broken affecting the entire complex, and there was no estimated time as to when it would be fixed. So there I stood... mortified that I would have to go through the day a greasy, sweaty, smelly mess because we're short-staffed today, and I HAVE to be at the office and can't take a personal day. What's even more ironic is that it's the one day that every single one of my friends that normally don't have to be in for work until 8:30 a.m. or later all went to work early this morning squashing any possibility of toting my toiletries elsewhere for a shower. What are the odds?
So I kicked into resourceful gear. With the help of some bottled waters and a packet of my two-year-old niece's baby wipes left at my place on her last visit, I was able to make myself quasi-presentable for the general public. I felt like I was camping with what I had to work with. Greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail and doused with tropical body spray, I was only 30 minutes late to work. Maybe this is a sign that going to the gym is bad luck...haha.
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