Well I suppose you could say that today was the first day of the rest of my life (let's hope)! OK, that sounds completely over dramatic, but today certainly marks some sort of milestone in my life. We can call this milestone - "Time to kick some flabby butt"!
Everyone sort of just assumes because I'm a skinny girl that I'm fit and healthy - quite the opposite my friends! They assume that I starve myself or stick my fingers down my throat after every meal - both of which are total crap! I LOVE food, and could probably eat more than your Dad, Uncle, Son and Grandpa put together (OK, maybe not, but you get the idea)! And, just like that of a child, I STILL cry every time I come down with a bug that makes me vomit, yuck!
In fact, you can blame my genetics for tricking you into thinking I am some sort of health nut that goes to yoga and Pilate's every morning (although I do own a couple pair of lululemons, does that count?) I do not workout (apart from today, ;-)) and I love sweets! My idea of a workout previous to this iconic day was to walk from my front door to the underground parking lot and get in my car, seriously! The few times I did try to run - I saw black dots and felt like I wanted to vomit and this weird saliva started to form in my mouth and I thought I might die! Obviously, I could not leave my children motherless...so I promptly put a stop to that (lol)!
The fact that I am turning 30 in 2 something years is looming like a dark cloud over my head, I'm scared shitless, to be completely honest! And, I realized that my 20's have been spent raising kids (cute as they are!), working and going to school - leaving no time for ME! I was an extremely fit kid and teenager - I played lots of sports (track, basketball, volleyball) and stayed extremely active until I hit the age where other things took precedence (boys, clothes, make-up etc..*rolls eyes*) which was around 16 for me, I think. Anyhow, after becoming pregnant with my first daughter at 19 my priorities changed! Working out was never on the top of that list and finding space in my day for any ME TIME was (and still is) virtually impossible. I'm lucky if I get to go to the bathroom by myself...Oh wait, that never happens! Lol.
Why am I rambling on about all this? Well, I have decided to shift a portion of my focus (albeit small) to ME! Yes, that person we tend to forget about as we care for everyone else around us. I have become flabbo-licious and have jelly in places I don't want it (30's here we come - this jelly wasn't there 2 years ago)! No, you can't see it when I have clothes on, but it's there and I DISLIKE it with a passion and I want it gone, NOW! I want my energy back and I want to PRETEND to loose a race to my 7 year old daughter, not actually loose it! I want to feel alive again!
I've decided to blog my journey for two reasons: 1. So that I can reflect upon my journey in 3 months, 6 months, 1 year and see how out-of-shape I really was, and 2. Maybe entertain and inspire a few people along the way.
DAY ONE
Fitness: So yesterday was the day I signed up for my local gym. Today was my first class. Oooh, I was so optimistic...and naive! It was a spin class (9:30am). Easy peasy I thought, ummm not so much!
How about horrible torture! I already felt like a rookie walking in there, like everyone knew I had never done this before and they were all going to laugh at me in there head. I found my bike (at the back of the class, thank God I was early) and i clumsily fiddled with the seat to adjust it to the right height for me. As everyone filtered in I sat on my bike with my water bottle waiting for the action to begin...and oh man...did it ever!
I have never been so brutally abused by physical activity in my life (oh wait, that's because I haven't walked more than two blocks since my early 20's)...it was absolute torture! I wanted to give up after five minutes - my knees hurt and I was seeing those black dots again and my lungs felt like they were giving up on me! Everyone else was peddling like a maniac and I was sweating like a pig and feeling like a complete loser! I, however did not give up! I thought to myself, "no, you came here to do this and complete it, so that is what your going to do! No matter how torturous this may be!" So I did. I was like the little engine that could! I peddled, i peddled uphill and I peddled downhill and I shifted gears and I heard my body scream for help and beg me to stop! I told it to shut up and peddle (lol)!
i didn't peddle as hard as the others and I didn't always get out of my seat when the instructor asked me too - but I did it! I went the whole 45 minutes and if I do say so myself, it felt fucking amazing (excuse my language)! 45 minutes of consensual torture to my own body and after, something remarkable, I felt energized and pumped (All on 5 hours sleep, how cool is that?)!
Food: (I dislike the word diet): I never claimed to have the healthiest eating habits and today's food intake will prove that to you.
Breakfast: Scrambled eggs (the whole egg..not just the white ;-))
Lunch: Curly fries (the best curly fries you ever did eat at the loudest play place for kids EVER..food choice was limited)
Dinner: Chicken strips, fries and a coke from White Spot (It was a long day...don't judge me (lol))
Today was a bad bad day, oops! (But we did have fun, planted veggies, Crazy play place and swimming)
Keep posted :-)
Flabby Skinny Girl
