The hope of a new body...
Hi All! In the recent weeiks, I've been getting used to a change in my work schedule. I used to work nights, weekends and holidays. Now, I'm back to working day shift. It took some getting used to but I think I'm getting there. I'm not a morning person so getting to work by 8am is a real test which I think I'm failing. I know, I really can hear all of you going "Boo hoo to you Stacy". Okay, okay. Please keep the sympathetic clucking down. :)
One thing that I realized working day shift is that I have no clothes that fit me. When I worked my night shift, I just wore "borro borro" (a local term meaning "junky wunky"--my term...sorry if I messed up the spelling) clothes---jeans, t-shirts, etc. Now, I have to look half way decent at work. So, I've been foraging in my closet...back, bottom, top, back of drawers, storage boxes with inch thick of dust on it...
Now, when I say "no clothes that fit me", I mean it. I'm getting to my Fitness Kick story soon. When I sit down on my office chair, no joke...a little or large inner tube pops up over my waist band and rolls up my body. I know I can hear the gasps and the eeeeeekkkkkkk! or is that just me? reliving the horror?!
I never had this before. So when I first saw this wave of flab rolling up to my face when I sat down, I got so disgusted. Day after day of this happening. No matter how much I sucked it in, I could never suck it in long enough before passing out. When I realized that I had to move up from a size 8 to a size 10 (and I used to be a good size 6), I decided to take this Craziness into my own hands. I started working out.
One morning while trying to find something decent to slip on so the waves wouldn't take over me again, I eyed my work out backpack slumped over in the corner. I grabbed it and started jamming my work out clothes and shoes in it. I was so sick of my plumpness that I was going to drag myself to the gym during lunch. That was day ONE. And Day One started this week.
Now getting to the YMCA gym from work takes some time. I have to walk to my parking lot (not too far), then drive to the gym (also not too far), get into the gym and change my clothes. If I'm lucky, this takes about 20 minutes...can you believe it? That's crazy time...meaning way too long. Anyhoo, if I'm Lucky, I can work out for 30 to 40 minutes.
First, I stretch out. Then, I normally try to do 10 to 15 minutes of cardio--so on the bike or on the treadmill. I confess, I'm not an Elliptical lover. Something about that rolling movement doesn't appeal to me. I spend the last Golden minutes that I have working out on the machines or free weights. I always do some back and waist strengthening moves.
FYI---I've been working out and involved in some form of athletics since I was a child. I'm not a stranger to working out at the gym. Since college, I've worked out at the gym. I'm just not unfortunately the type of person that can work out consistently every week of my life. I think I'm like a lot of people where things happen in my life and I stop working out...and the blobness slowly begins rolling in.
Now, this isnt' the first time that I've battled the Blob in me. About 9 years ago, I was a Blob (yes, I'm a on again off again blob). I was a Blob back then for several years in fact. Finally, my BFF Amy said that she had a crazy plan to do the Tinman Triathalon on Oahu. Wanting somethig to do besides work, I became her partner. I came up with a schedule where we worked out almost 6 days a week non-stop. We even stuck to that work out plan when we both took a trip to California and Reno Nevada together. Everyday before we started the day, we would go to a local Y or college gym in the area and work out according to our schedule. That was actually FUN. We were so fit by that time. We could eat anything we wanted during the day b/c we were working out like mad dogs. I recall scarfing down thee most delicious huge bowl of lobster bisque in a Reno casino restaurant. From that day on, I'm a fan of bisque. Ok, I digress. Anyhoo, We completed our Triathalon. And then we did 2 more after that.
I'm not looking to doing any Triathalons. I'm just looking to fit into my clothes and to feeling more energetic. I am making a promise to myself to get into shape. I'm not looking to be a certain weight. I'm just going to go by the "fitting into a size 6" method...and comfortably too.
I must say that I've been able to go to the gym 3 times this week. I felt good afterwards. I felt more energetic. And the best thing is that I looked forward to making the trek to the gym each day. I even went to the gym when it was raining!
This is baby steps. I have to keep on putting one foot in front of the other...and getting myself to the gym. I'm not obsessive compulsive. I wish I was. It would make this so much more easier. I'm someone who can easily talk myself out of something unless I have a goal. My goal is to get rid of this tire around my middle and the wings that I have developed under my arms (I can almost fly with these babies! Flap flap flap.).
I'll keep you posted. Hey, who wants to join in?
Next thing I have to do is cut back on eating SUGAR!
Eeeek! :)
