Stupid Candy!

I am falling apart and I feel myself sliding.

First... I haven't weighed in. It's too much. Halloween and my monthly BLOAT fest. It's not worth the heart ache.

Second... I can't stop eating. I love food. Good food, bad food, any food. If you put it near me I will explode before I stop eating. I know this, yet it still happens.

Third... I had a good week at the gym last and I still feel FAT and LAZY. Hopefully I get my test results back today and I can get back on track.

I have done this before... got comfortable in my NEW skin and stopped pushing. I love my body... I don't love how it looks, but I often forget and think 'Hey, I have lost 35 pounds I should be proud of myself'... what I need to think is 'I still have 15 pounds to go'. I hit this plateau when the weight loss slows and I feel ok with myself. I start to slide... I give in to cravings and stop exercising.

I need to push past this and get back on track. I need to loose weight. I need to be fit. I can't be this heavy anymore. I know this, but with my medical history I feel tied to this weight. It's not my fault... blah! I know it is... hmpf.

I am going for a run today. It won't undo all I've done, but hopefully it clears my head.

Love!

OMP House of HORRORS!

BOOT CAMP Circuit: 45minutes
ABS: 10minutes
Calories: 500+

Again today I didn't feel like going to the gym. I have a LONG weekend (not because of actual length, but because of busy-i-ness) a head of me and frankly working out is an inconvenience. Lucky for me… its now routine and I feel weird sitting at my desk from noon to 1. So I grabbed my bag, full of fresh gym clothes and headed downstairs. I have NO plan. I get down there and stand in line… I don't know what for, but it’s a long line of fit people so I stand. When I finally get to the head of the line it’s a sign-up sheet for BOOT CAMP with BAMBI! AH!


I am NOT ready for this, but with a pizza lunch. I had NO choice.


I walked into the empty 'class room' it was cold and dark. The lights weren't on. I got a chill up and down my spine. The goose bumps on arm had goose bumps. Side note: The FINISH word for 'Goose Bumps" directly translates to 'Chicken Skin'… or at least that's what Uncle Manfred for me… He's from Finland). Slowly wary gym goers trickle in, all with a look of panic. They knew what was a head and they looked panicked. I knew I was in over my head. I knew I was in for a work out.


Finally someone speaks…


"I am not ready for this" Said the little hairy man (who would later bump me out of my spot, but literally standing in my spot).


"I haven't been in two weeks and I am still sore" Said a slim woman in full Lulu gear.


Aimlessly we wandered around the room. Trying to keep warm, to prepare ourselves for what was to come.


Suddenly the lights flick on and there is BAMBI.


ha Ha HA!



She smiles so wide and looks so innocent, but quickly gets to work setting up the circuit of death.

Station #1 - Non-stop push-ups

Station #2 - Plank

Station #3 - High Knees

Station #4 - Backward lunges

Station #5 - Step Ups and squats

Station #6 - Backwards row

Station #7 - Hopscotch (Hopping from corner to corner)

Station #8 - Wall Squats (Sitting on an invisible chair with 10lbs in each hand… above your head)

Station #9 - Sprints

Station #10 - Lateral raises

Station #11 - Jumping Jacks

Station #12 - Balance on the Exercise Ball (on your knees)

Station #13 - Jump Ups (Jump on the step, squat and jump off)

Station #14 - Bicep Curl with Forward Lunges

Station #15 - Fast Feet

And finally…

Station #16 - Burpies

All seems feasible, but you rotate every 60 seconds. By station three my muscles are shaking. Beads of sweat trickle down my back and she smiles and she screams 'HARDER'. Each time the whistle blows you breath a small sigh of relief before the next punishment. She is ALWAYS watching. Every pause for a breath she sees and demands more. Every hesitation she catches and pushes you further. It's all a game and she's making the rules.

Terrible words fall my lips as I try to keep pace. Sweat stings my eyes. I push on.

Finally it ends. I collapse in a pile on the floor. I am sweating, shaking and moaning. I am tired. I am exhausted. I am fulfilled. I love her class. I love it so much even with nothing left I stay for ABS.

Now I sit at my desk, full of pizza wondering if it was all worth it.

Happy Halloween everybody!

Love!

*** I weighed in, but with the time of the month I am not logging it. I didn't gain. As for push-ups. I did 42 last night.

Apparently NORMAL is out of the question this week...

Step Class: ONE HOUR
Calories: 690+

Wow! I think I died. I don't know why this week I am feeling SO rebellious, but I haven't done anything normal. They say its good to shake things up, but I STILL don't know who 'they' are. I haven't craved the gym like I normally do. I have pushed myself to go, even on the bad days. I suppose that in its self is progress, but why can't I just take it easy??? Today again I intended to spin and again Peter was teaching the class. I opted out and went to the noon class... today it was a one hour STEP class with Angela.

I have never bounced SO much in my life. As I wrote to my Aunt...

" I went to a step class today and realized my limbs are NOT organized enough for this.


The class starts off slow... I step on the step, I step off. I don't completely understand the directions, but the people in front of me seem to be pros' so I follow their lead... until all hell breaks loose and its a... knee up repeat, shuffle, side lift, knee up, march, k... stomp, meringue... WTF?! I am sweating more than I intended and I can't figure out what my feet are doing... my arms aren't even working together... one is up while the other is down... I punched the girl in front of me... twice. I knee'd the girl on the other side of me and fell over my step MORE THAN ONCE.


I was a sweaty ball of nothing when I was done and I still feel hot and gross. Hot and Gross and accomplished. What a class... I wish I had been more prepared. Hopefully it gets my metabolism going..."
 
She had a nice chuckle at my expense so I thought you should as well. I barely survived the entire class, but I did better than most and that's good enough for me. I think I might attempt her class again next week and make it more of my routine. It's like a swift kick in the gut I need once a week, plus weigh in is tomorrow and I want to be on target. I am still trying to drop the pounds from the cruise.
 

On the health front... I went downstairs to ask Dr. Dave (we have a Doctor's office in our building for staff only... yea, I am spoiled) about my chapped lips. They are really bad and have been since my dentist visit. I thought maybe it was an allergic reaction. Anyways, I only go to this doctor when I can't get to my family doctor. The left time I went was for my DVT (deep leg thrombosis... the thing that caused all the weight gain and now weight loss). So he asked me about it. I filled him in on the last year and he made me do blood work. Turns out the dry skin on my lips isn't just chapped lips... its a symptom of hypothyroidism i.e my meds aren't working again. This could explain the lull in my weight loss.

 

So on top of doing a stupid-ridiculous-step class... I had blood taken (it took 3 tries - OW!). I am feeling a little dizzy, but I am following up with my standard chocolate pudding. Mmm...

 

So I think you are completely up to date on all that ails me.

 
Sorry about the long post. I have more to say, but it will have to wait. Let's just save there is something savoury simmering in my slow cooker RIGHT NOW. Mmm...
 
Ok.
 
Love!

Pounds to loose: 14(-10) - Body Fat: -1% - Inches Lost: 7 - Push Ups: 0