Hello! I hope you all got great weather like we did in the Northeast! It was fan-flipping-tastic outside for the second weekend in a row. I am thrilled. I took walks in parks and at the beach. It was lovely. The other reason I took walks is that I need to keep my hip to quad attachments warm, because OM-friggin'-G are they sore!!
I had my first training session with the woman who may not know it yet, but is in for it with me for the next 12 weeks. Her name is Debbie. Debbie and Ethel met and they seem to be at odds with one another. I like that. Ethel is kind of uppity at times and she needs to know her place. Debbie seems to be funny, but also is really passionate about what she does. I like that. I am thinking positive things after meeting and working with her. She made me sweat hard-core, but I felt like I accomplished something. I went home on Friday feeling like I could take on the world.
*Note* The next paragraph involves a true story, but it take place in the bathroom. If potties are too graphic for you, skip the next paragraph*
That is, until I woke up on Saturday. Saturday, I rolled out of bed and felt pretty sore. I made my way to the restroom, dropped my pants, and then realized that I could NOT lower myself onto the toilet. My legs were shaking. It hurt. So, I gripped the sink, and slowly lowered myself down. I was sweating, however mission accomplished!... Or so I thought.
So, here I am, on the can and I can't get up (insert LifeAlert joke here). I sat there for a good 10 minutes trying to figure out how to get off. Could I slide forward? Could I just roll myself into a ball and fall to the floor? Nope. In the end, I needed to call in backup. I had to ask my Sweetheart to get me off the commode. The poor guy. He is such a Gentleman. He was taught that ladies don't fart, let alone use the bathroom, so this was hard to ask. However, he came thru. He got pulled me off the seat and got me moving again. Later, after we finished laughing, he did in fact rub my ailing backside and hips like a champ. I love that guy.
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So, I had a healthy walk on Saturday to keep my body moving all that nasty lactic acid out, and continued with that prescription today as well. Thank goodness for good weather! My next training session is on Tuesday, so I should be recovered by then for the next round of abuse. Like many things in my life, if it doesn't hurt, then it isn't working.... I hope you all had a great weekend, and may tomorrow start another strong week!
I am 36 and have been overweight for most of my life. There are much better things that define me, but till I work on this weight, it is the stinky fart in the room. So, I write this to keep accountable, to find inspiration in others, to rekindle the joy in myself.