Tuesday, May 01, 2012
At least I haven't given up right? So here's to the 1 millionth 'Day 1'. It went pretty well. I didn't eat any sugar (hurrah) and I went swimming and to Body Pump, which nearly killed me. I went to a later class than usual and it was a different instructor. I now love the old instructor and never want to see this woman again! The class was also really full so I couldn't hide at the back like I usually do and had to suck it up and be near the front, directly in front of two hot guys (of course this would happen) and in front of the glass doors to the rest of the gym so everyone could see me. Wonderful.
This class makes me realise how unfit I am and every time I do it, we get about half way through and I'm like 'why? why do I do this to myself?!" I hate it. In the next week that follows I seem to forget I hate it and skip merrily back for more torture. This woman also loved push ups. I can't do these, my arms simply cannot support the weight of the rest of me and instead of finishing the session with some lunges and things like that she was all about push ups. The ones where you swap your hands out to slap the floor from side to side? Yeah I packed up at this point. The class was running late anyway and everyone from body combat was lurking outside the doors, tapping their feet and glancing at their watches so I didn't feel bad about leaving.
When I got to the gym to go swimming I found that there was a swimming class on. I'm pretty proud of myself for going ahead anyway and just doing shorter lengths at the side of the pool instead of going 'oh well, there's no space, guess I'll go home, have some dinner and sit on my sofa for the night' which I would dearly have loved to do!
I did sleep really well last night though