Monday, August 06, 2012
The voice in my head is sometimes cruel, it looks through my eyes and only sees the negatives. It growls and tuts and shakes my head as it tries to convince me of the futility of this journey. I don't believe it as often these days but last week, while I was all alone and lonely in a house with a LOT of mirrors, I listened long enough to go to the bakery and buy myself a rum ball (think monster rum ball...the size of a fist!). I ate it...damn, it was good! It's the first treat I've had in three months that wasn't carefully planned and plotted and I wish it hadn't tasted as good as I remembered but it so did.
I tried to work off 500 calories and while I was doing it, I started thinking about how likely it was that someone would open some 50 shades of exercise torture emporiums now that the (torturous to read) books were so popular. Today, I logged in and the trending message board topic was about 50 shades and that got me right back to thinking about exercise and torture lol
At the gym last week, I was rocking the ab machine and it totally hit back...I tried doing the side to side stuff and my poor hernia screamed and twisted away. That machine would be equally at home in a dungeon a la Grey. I like the squeeze knee machine but jeeze, it's embarrassing if anyone is watching... And alla those pulleys and weights...the grunting and whimpers (ok, I might have been the only person whimpering)...the dungeon in my fantasies (if there was a dungeon in my fantasies instead of a rum ball) looks just like that fitness club!
I'm loving exercise. I've managed to avoid it for about thirty years but that's because no one could have convinced me of the rush it gives you. I'm loving swimmercise and walking and biking and stretch banding but I haven't learned to love the torture chamber yet... Maybe in a few months :)
I did lose three pounds last week despite the cruel little voice in my head talking me into rum balls....Nya Nya, Nya Nya nyaaaa!