It seems that there might still be hope for me.
If past experience is any hint, it would seem that I need to get really heavy and out of shape before I am properly disgusted with myself. Then as if by magic, a switch just goes off in my head and makes me start exercising and watching what I eat.
I don’t know why it is that I have to go from one extreme to another. But maybe this time will be the time that I learn to maintain a healthy lifestyle instead of yo-yoing.
It has now been a few weeks since I started walking (and attempting to run) and I started swimming as well. I haven’t lost very much weight but I have loads less jiggles
(yes I know, TMI) and I am feeling healthier and stronger.
It’s still a long road
(especially the one I walk at 5:15 in the morning) but I do think there is still hope for me. Maybe one day I will look like this again… (Or at least something close.)
My husband is an angel, a devil, an angel, a devil……
Disclaimer: My husband is thin, no potbelly.
I guess it all comes down to whether he is trying to get me to exercise class or not.
Like at 7am this morning, the last thing I wanted to do was get my body out of my warm cozy bed and brave the freezing cold outside (anything other than room temperature is freezing cold for me in the morning) in order to get on a bike in a room full of people who would within 5 minutes be sweaty and smelly and while trying not to go deaf from the loud music to try to make it through the spinning class. (And that was a run on sentence on purpose, after reading it, you should be as breathless as I am while exercising,)
I was so hopeful that he would cave and not want to go to the class this morning because after landing at 4am from overseas, I figured he would be tired. I almost got him to stay in bed, and then I made the mistake of saying yes, why don’t we stay in bed, we can go for a walk later.
He was out of bed in two seconds flat prodding me to get out of bed. (I am guessing I have used that line once too many and never actually went on the walks I promised.)
So I moaned and groaned. I somehow got myself dressed (exercise clothing is a whole other post!) with my eyes closed and I went to spinning. I lived through the class. (shh…don’t tell anyone but between the bouts of thinking I was going to die, I did at times even enjoy myself) And afterwards, I felt good.
So it seems that maybe my devil is an angel in disguise. (And besides at least I get to ogle his sexy legs when he exercises with me.)
FRIENDHIP: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
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Last night I did the 30 Day Shred workout DVD by Jillian Michaels. That woman is brilliantly sadistic. Jumping jacks, weights, crunches-
and bears, oh my! Holy moly I am sore this morning. Granted, I feel great. I feel like I accomplished something. I feel like I should have felt 6 months ago when I bought the DVD.
This morning, I feel lighter. I feel like I can take on the world. I don’t know if this is a side effect of the exercise (as exercise increases endorphines) or because Jillian has actually motivated me. I actually wanted her to yell at me more during the workout. I wanted her to scream about my fat arse, flabby arms and wobbly stomach. I need that. I don’t want people to be nice to me when I am doing crunches. If I have someone telling me nice things it makes me think “oh I can just give half the effort. They won’t mind at all”. Jillian told me the truth. If you give half you won’t even get half the results.
I actually last night thought “This, now, this is how I am going to lose weight!” This morning I am thinking “I am going to lose weight because I can’t lift my arms to put any food in my mouth.” I have Jillian all figured out.
Ok, World, I am starting afresh. I am resolved to change my body for the better. When I started this blog (although on blogspot at the time…and a bit less committed…) I was 216 lbs and wanted to basically shame myself thin. Guess what? I am still 216lbs. Yes, I did well there for a bit, but then I got sick, and made excuses, and then the holidays came. So, I will be keeping track of my weight loss journey here…again…with all my snide comments, successes, failures, wobbles, and such. I, however, have a support group this time. As well as Susie, who is a great motivator, I will also be a part of a group of ladies who are sharing their support online. Our motto- New Year, New Body.
Let me clarify that.
When I say deadly combination, what I am NOT saying is: “Wow! Toning sneakers and spinning are together an amazing combination.”
No, I am talking about deadly as in they want to kill me.
One small word (actually many loudly spoken words) of advice for those who are
insane lucky enough to own (or have won) toning sneakers.
DO NOT WEAR THE TONING SNEAKERS ALL DAY IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON GOING TO A SPINNING CLASS THE SAME EVENING.
Because if you do, you may actually find out what it feels like to have legs that refuse to take any more instructions from you and refuse to pedal. One thing is for sure, your legs will be very angry with you.
So remember these words of caution from the owner of some very sore muscles.
when used in combination with these spinning shoes
is enough to make you want to curl up in a ball and lose the will to walk.
Like I said, deadly combination.
Is there anything else I should know about????
I don’t get it. I am not lacking in padding in my bum.
So how the heck does every single bone in that region kill? Even sitting on the toilet hurts.(Yes, I know. That was too much information, but I hurt too much to care.)
I can’t believe I lived through the agony that was getting up/sitting down, getting up/sitting down in spinning class tonight. Good thing the music is really loud so no one heard my moaning and groaning. (Well maybe my husband did, but he’s used to the complaining.)
This does get better right? Because I am walking kinda funny.
On the bright side, I am sure I burned off the chocolate I ate when I got home. (Bad, Bad Susie.)
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In my quest to be kind to myself and live my life properly, I am
slowly easing myself diving headfirst into exercise after being a coach potato for years. I have a feeling that this time I am going to do a bit better then my measly attempts over the past few years to stick to some kind of exercise program.
tortured myself gone to a Pilates class yesterday , I thought it would be a good idea to go to a spinning class this morning. I dragged my husband along My husband was happy to sign up for the class with me and this morning about 3 hours after he landed from overseas, he found himself on a bike next to me.
Instrument of Torture
It has been quite a few years since I have gone spinning and close to nine years since I taught spinning. (Yes, the mighty have fallen. Going from teaching spinning to trying not to die in class is quite a plunge.) But I made it. Look, I even smiled.
Lucky for me the teacher was really good and enthusiastic. Time passed really quickly after the first ten minutes. At the five minute mark I was already dying and counting minutes. After that for the most part I lost track of time. I did have a moment, 40 minutes into class when
I lost the will to live I ran out of steam, but surprisingly I made it through.
And now if I could just move enough to get undressed and shower, it would be good.
Do you think the hundreds of calories I must have burned in spinning means that today, unlike yesterday I can choose this
Nah, that would defeat the whole purpose.
Any tips for the aches and pains anyone?