At the beginning of this year, I made a commitment to lose weight and get back in shape. By the end of May, I was still right where I began and huffin’ it up the stairs. Who was I kidding? I like to PRETEND I’m dieting and “exercising”. But then something happened, Brian got down on one knee and asked me to marry him! It was an amazing day, and I found myself only interested in eating lettuce with a splash of lemon juice. Just to be a smart-ass, I officially started telling people I was on the “bridal diet”. The thing is, the diet doesn’t seem to include French fries, chocolate candy bars and big bountiful breakfasts. I spent a few weeks lingering in and out of the place I had fooled myself into, but things started to click.
As soon as my happy-hour buddy Gavin left the city, I found myself less and less interested in drinking. Trips to the epic happy hours on Sunset Blvd. became less and less, and I found myself strangely with more cash on hand. With my new found wealth, I hoofed it over to the local neighborhood gym and started bargaining for a membership.
I had been a member of the same gym for SO LONG that I found myself totally bored with it, and never went. This, I’m pretty sure, is the beginning of the great shake up. As soon as I walked into the gym, there was a DJ spinning, people coming in and out, but to my extreme happiness, the gym was not jam packed and no one seemed to have to wait on cardio machines. As I was getting a tour of the facilities, I started jumping up and down with excitement as soon as I saw reformer Pilates tables! I remembered those tables from when I was in physical therapy for a bum knee, and had been looking for them since. I was SOLD right there and then. They also threw in a free session with a trainer, just for shits and giggles.
I had my first session on the Pilates reformer pretty quickly after that and got by budka handed to me by a very skinny, young girl names Robin who was freshly here from New Yawk. The entire next day I could barely walk, and had trouble straightening out my body, but I managed to get back on that machine for more budka whoopings.
My most recent experience was with the trainer – Tatiana. She was one quick little thing. As soon as I turned my head to wish Brian good luck with his training session, she was half way down the hallway with towels, her water bottle and MY water bottle! Lucky for me, I had worked with a trainer previously, and although she was kicking my budka pretty bad, I was still able to hold my own! Bum knee and all! The next day, I was able to get around just fine, but poor Brian was just about bed ridden. It reminded me of my first session with Robin.
As I’m tossing around ideas of how to afford both of them, I have dedicated myself to eating healthy, and eating often. For the last two days, I was able to stay on my calorie count and counted EVERYTHING that has entered my mouth. With the help of Hungry Girl (http://www.hungry-girl.com/) I’ve been able to cook some pretty yummy meals and stay within my guidelines! I gotta say, the bitch knows that she’s doing! I signed up for her daily newsletter, but I have to be honest and say I still have yet to actually read one. It’s on my to-do list, swear.
It seems like this time around, something has for sure clicked. 5 pounds a month is my goal, and it totally attainable. I just really hope this clicking stays around. I’m a little nervous about the next time someone mentions BBQ . . . . .
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