Caught sight of a gorgeous pair of jeans. Steel blue with a great matt finish. I bought it in half a size too small because, I am obviously a sucker for punishment and need to fit into it comfortably by Christmas.
Nothing like pressure to get you through the tough times.
The problem with eating clean is that, the body rejects all junk thereafter.
After three weeks of eating relatively well which includes no carbs for dinner, lots of vegetables, soup and water, I turned to the dark side with devilled eggs, sweet spicy fish curry and spicy chicken.
Oey. My stomach is now rebelling like one wouldn’t believe. Seriously. The reprieve is that gym is tomorrow and I’ll be upping my speed for my intervals. I feel well enough to. Sorta.
Today, I experienced the most irksome of gym bunnies – the chatter.
Little Miss Redhead set up behind me and, I even moved up a smudge so she’d have more room for her lunges. Turns out it was her boyfriend/fuck buddy/suitor’s first class and LMR kept chatting with him, correcting his poses, advising him on what weights to use.
Look, Little Miss Redhead. Maybe, JUST Maybe if you shut the hell up, your idiot of a fuck would be able to decipher what the correct pose, weight and position to assume.
Even one of the queens was irritated and yelled at them. WIthout avail, they were too far into bliss to care.
ARGH.
A single month’s efforts of intense BP is all it’s taken for me to get stronger. Getting a prime spot in BP resembles the start of an encierro. In the mad rush, a 5kg weight unlatched itself from its owner and started rollling towards me. As I picked it up to return it to a waif of a man, Mer caught sight of me holding the monster and yelled “You GOT to be kidding me!”
Priceless! To see all the blood drain from Mer’s face. Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, I instantly denied it was mine and relief replaced sheer shock.
Now, I am sensitive to smell. None of that habituation BS, if it stinks I’ll smell it. And, the piece of work next to me had a pong in his breath that was just impossible to ignore. His breath brought impressions of dead rotting carcasses, perhaps rodent carcasses. It was beyond disgusting.
If that was not painful enough, he kept breathing in my direction. Huff, puff. Ewwww.
Not entirely sure if I am alone in this but, working out leaves me abit delusional. When I have my arm days, they feel somewhat lean and muscular than they really are. After I finish a brutal abs rep, I feel like my stomach is wash board flat when really, it is still globby and just sore.
Is it my mind playing tricks with me?
Breakfast is a struggle for me. Not a morning person, I find it a chore to wolf down a protein shake or a simple sandwich for that matter. Add to that, I am not a calorie counter.
Though, this morning I decided that I was going to have breakfast after the morning workout. Perfect. Waltzed down to Starbucks, not the best breakfast location and I am acutely aware of that but, between chinese noodles and a sandwich..the ‘wich won.
The choices were plentiful: moroccan chicken wrap, sliced sun-dried tomatoes with a plain bagel, waldorf sald (gag!) etc. I thought, I’ll just have a plain bagel thinking it would average 2-3 slices of bread (150-200 calories)
Ordered it and sauntered back to the office with relative ease. Oh oh, the bagel that I chose: plain sesame bagel has…wait for it “440 calories”
Holy cow! Ya, that’s what I’ll be if I ate it every day. Geez! Unfortunately, I am on sort of an experiment so I’ll HAVE to put this down in my food journal today. Bah.
AM Work Out
33mins eliptical (weight loss mode)
120 crunches
15reps of 3 sets torso twist (15lbs)
The experts tell me that it is not really weight loss, until someone loses weight or is in sheer agony. Last week, I made my maiden voyage into the world of spinning where the ladies are tough, steely and oh so sweaty.
Last night, Mer gave in to my incessant cries for “spinnnnnnn…I want spinnnnn” And indulged me by skipping her important abs workout to cycle our my J.Ho butt out.
$20 for a gel seat was all it took to make me feel at home. For my second hour-long class, I kept up for a decent 75% which is testament to my unyielding nature and steel butt or, that I am just happy that I did not fall off the Schwinn bike. Either way, it was stellar.
Onwards!
Unceremoniously late to my first spin class. T’was the first day back at work and, I lost track of time. Before I knew it, it was 10mins before my maiden flywheel class and I made like NIKE and RAN.
While in the lift, I had contemplated doing the old boring eliptical but I thought, you need to challenge yourself. Already late, I was searching for the bike that I had booked: the elusive number 37 but I suspect one of those no good skinny bunnies took my bike so I was lost. With the deer in headlights look in place, I sat on a bike with clips. In an instant, the instructor approached me. Is this your first class? Damn it!
BUSTED! She was kind though, fixed me up, saddled me in and off, I went. The class ended earlier than I anticipated, time flies by when you are in sheer pain. What scares me even more? I went for the fat burning class so it was without intervals. Holy bamboo shoot!
What’s even more sick? I actually really liked it sans the sore saddle experience. Should I look for cycle shorts? Padded cycle shorts? I cannot imagine going through this pain every single time I’m in class as addictive as that might sound.
Without making excuses, work has been kicking my behind. Oh how much I yearn for the days of being a socialite and a social parasite! Ventured into my first boxing class on Tuesday with Piffy.
Ignoring the fact that there is a three second delay from when the instructor yells “Uppercut, Cross, Jab, Jab, Cross, Hook”, the class is quite fun sans the boot camp training segment.
This is inspite the fact that I was not able to dress myself the next day and tiny smudgin of the fact that I had the dexterity of a two month old toddler, it was worth the effort. Weight wise, I lost 4kg when I had a viral fever and promptly piled on three out of the four kilos a mere weekend later under the deceptive guise of recovery. I still kept the initial 4kg off from my gym gusto so, if I had to hazard a safe guess – I have lost between 4-6kg depending on what time of day it is and where I am.
After two years in BP, I increased my overall weights and the days of hobbling around looms close. Really close. Part of me is almost afraid of falling asleep because gym is at 7am tomorrow.
Jump rope? Anyone?
Gym has morphed into a semi-constant – a great thing. Generally, I gravitate towards the cardio based /high intensity exercises so, in terms of endurance – I’m good. I can finish a 32 minute interval session, easy.
With that notion planted firmly in my head, I dived straight into body balance which is a yoga-taichi-pilates class or as Sye would say “ah-pek (old man) class”. From the outside, it looked slow and peasy. Right
Seeing how I’m as flexible as a log, this was a real challenge. I stumbled through the poses and the instructor even went a notch slower for me to keep up.
downward dog….lift the heel up….power energy ball…lotus pose stretch.
Oh my! I was trying not to throw out my back. The class finished with a glorious 5min relaxation set which was much welcomed. The devious instructor told me at the end of the class that I was not bad because I followed most of the poses and subtly slipped in that she’ll see me next week.
What?! I have to do this again. Yogi mistress, ommmm.
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