Well, Saturday morning came, I was so tempted to cancel. My dad called (and woke me up) and said he was on his way to pick me up..for working out! Unggghhh. But I did it! And I'll be darned, I really did feel great afterwards. By 3pm though, I was dozing on and off. I hate napping, makes me nauseated.
We went and saw "21". Good movie! Great story, and Kevin Spacey is awesome. Nice twist at the end.
I took my sister for lunch too for her b'day. Who knew, 4 people at Ruby Tuesday's would be $80? Gah. And I'm banded!!!!!
Monday came, and despite the hectic day, me & dad made it to the gym again. The 'burn' and 'soreness' didn't happen this time. Well, it burned DOING it, but I didn't feel it afterward. Bummer, I like the pain.. makes me feel productive. So I think I'm upping my weights. We changed it to Mon-Wed-Fri. But today I am leaving soon to go get a fill, which is a total of 6 hours driving, so no gym today. Eeps. Tomorow is employee meeting.. with pizza. Yuck. I am glad they pick foods I don't like, then I don't feel the need to 'cheat' and eat crap.
Yesterday, I went to Nashville to meet with a potential customer. They have their plant set up like a museum, it was SO COOL. They were the first to do Beatles & Motownish records back in the 60's in America. They have rooms with all the original furniture from the signings, etc. And they had a motel room in their plant, that was for the black artists, because in the 60's, black people couldn't rent hotel rooms in Nashville. How weird is that to imagine?? So they had this motel room for their black clients to stay in. Again, everything was the original furniture (minus the Kennmore refrigerator and coffee pot in the kitchen). Then we went to Shogun (a hibachi restaurant) for my sister's bday. This time the tab wasn't on me (thank goodness). I had a few pieces of sushi, and way too many scallops. I need this fill so bad.. waaaaah.
When my doc fills me, I always have a funny story. So I'm sure I'll post again tonight!
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Hell Musta Gotten Pretty Cold
You know, it was only a couple weeks ago when I was rambling about how I felt good about not having to exercise or diet, and weight just melting off. And no less than a week later, the band-gods SMITED (SMOTED?) me!!!!
I realized my restriction has poofed quite a bit too, which I'm sure is part of it-- so I'm taking care of that next week.
Meanwhile, I've been yapping about working my flab one of these days.. Today finally came!
We have a gym at work, I have no excuse not to be doing it.. just lazy. Lazy La!
So last night my dad said, let's go during lunch. Now, I always wanted someone to go with. Everyone else, wants to come in early (no thanks), or stay late.. and by the end of the day I want to go home. I said let's do lunch, but no one wanted to get sweaty and be at work. Finally, my dad sees it my way. So last night we agreed to go today at lunch. On top of that, we were at Cracker Barrell and both ordered a salad to-go for lunch today. He had a personal trainer come in and make specific workout plans for us. That was neat.
So now I have a plan. We were in there 1.5 hours. I worked out pretty well if I do say so myself, I had a hard time just flicking my lighter afterward (you know, work out-smoke.. derrr).
We said we'd go Mon, Tues, and Thurs for lunch. I could commit to that. Then while we're in there, the trainer said the gap from Thurs-Mon is too big, we need to work out on the weekend. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I kept trying to get out of it, but he insisted. Damn it all to hell, stupid exercise people. (See funny story below, makes me think of this). So now Saturday morning I'll be in here busting my butt. I guess in a few months, if they keep a prod on me and make me go (mmhm), I'll have something to show for it. I hope so, I'm so flabby I could donate skin to a whole burn victim family.
Time to go enjoy my oven-roasted turkey salad.. nom nom nom.
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(ENJOY THE LAUGH!!)
Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair,dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying . My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.
THURSDAY : Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY : I hate that BITCH Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the Damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY : Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY : I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
I realized my restriction has poofed quite a bit too, which I'm sure is part of it-- so I'm taking care of that next week.
Meanwhile, I've been yapping about working my flab one of these days.. Today finally came!
We have a gym at work, I have no excuse not to be doing it.. just lazy. Lazy La!
So last night my dad said, let's go during lunch. Now, I always wanted someone to go with. Everyone else, wants to come in early (no thanks), or stay late.. and by the end of the day I want to go home. I said let's do lunch, but no one wanted to get sweaty and be at work. Finally, my dad sees it my way. So last night we agreed to go today at lunch. On top of that, we were at Cracker Barrell and both ordered a salad to-go for lunch today. He had a personal trainer come in and make specific workout plans for us. That was neat.
So now I have a plan. We were in there 1.5 hours. I worked out pretty well if I do say so myself, I had a hard time just flicking my lighter afterward (you know, work out-smoke.. derrr).
We said we'd go Mon, Tues, and Thurs for lunch. I could commit to that. Then while we're in there, the trainer said the gap from Thurs-Mon is too big, we need to work out on the weekend. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I kept trying to get out of it, but he insisted. Damn it all to hell, stupid exercise people. (See funny story below, makes me think of this). So now Saturday morning I'll be in here busting my butt. I guess in a few months, if they keep a prod on me and make me go (mmhm), I'll have something to show for it. I hope so, I'm so flabby I could donate skin to a whole burn victim family.
Time to go enjoy my oven-roasted turkey salad.. nom nom nom.
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(ENJOY THE LAUGH!!)
Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair,dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying . My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.
THURSDAY : Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY : I hate that BITCH Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the Damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY : Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY : I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
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