Thursday, December 26, 2013
After the holidays I feel like i'm finally ready to get my life, diet, and fitness habits on track!
I've been slowly seeing the scale go up for years. Today it hit 280.2. And I was disgusted. How the hell have I gotten into this mess??
I joined a new gym last week, and decided it's time to just go. I literally sat in the parking lot for 5 minutes trying to talk myself out of talking myself out of going. I keep seeing 280 pop in my head. Time to get inside!
So I walk in, and of course I'm intimidated. There are /men/ in there. And skinny women. These are definitely not the kind of people I want to have see me struggling to tie my shoes because my gut is getting in the way!! But, I sucked it up, acted like I knew what I was doing, and got started.
OMG, the gym. It's small, but full of stuff. I don't know where to start! So I lame out and jump on the treadmill, thinking I could do about 10 minutes of cardio then a little strength training (I love how it's called "strength training" when you're not a dude. It's so delicate and feminine. Until I start grunting and sweating in my butt crack!). Treadmill at 3.5? Shouldn't be a problem, right? Haha, that's cute. I was nearly falling off at 2.8! Not to mention the burning on the outside of my ankles after just a few minutes. And my ankle still hurts from whatever I did to it last week. So 10 minutes turned into 8. Eh.
I start with the machines. Dude Territory. Once more, I suck ut up, suck it in, and act like I do this sh*t all the time. One thing I noticed in Dude Territory, always, ALWAYS adjust the weights. 80 pounds doesn't sound heavy (actually it kinda does...) but it IS. And f*ck it, I'm here for me, not them. Oh, but do I love the lateral row machine. I just want to throw 60 pounds on it and pull the string to stretch my back. It felt sooo good. One other thing about Dude Territory is that you can't hog the machines. Oops.
I forgot my water/all my bottles are dirty in the car and I can't remember to bring them in and wash them to save my life. So when I found out that the drinking fountain wasn't working I was done. Could I have done more? Yeah, sure. But I was damn thirsty and kinda proud of myself for not pussing out on going. The first time is the hardest, right?
Came home and wrapped my ankle. I gotta get this sh*t under control!