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Getting Healthy 2004-04-15, 7:56 p.m. I joined Curves today. I had most of the afternoon off because I had to go to the dentist for a very expensive root canal and to get a crown put on that tooth, and while I was making my follow-up appointment for the permanent crown fitting, I noticed a new Curves franchise was in my dentist’s building. I walked over and inquired about the rates and surprising even myself, since I never do anything spontaneously, I plunked down even more money for the membership fee and my first month’s fee. Then, I was completely humiliated. The Curves Lady showed me how to use the machines and explained everything to me (put your keys in this box, put your sweaty towels over here, sign in over there, etc.) and then she turned me loose to do the last two rotations on my own. I sat down on the make-a-fist-and-pump-your-arms-here machine and to my left, is this old woman who is wearing stretchy pants and a tight tank top, and she looks fucking awesome. The woman is at LEAST seventy years old and she can wear that getup in public and look amazing. So, I was immediately embarrassed about my sweat level, my baggy sweatpant capris, my fraternity party t-shirt, my uniboob-in-double-sports-bra look, and of course, all of the fat bouncing around on my body. I was NOT going to let this old woman kick my ass on my first day at Curves. But she did, y’all. This woman barely broke a sweat, and by the end of the workout, I was exhausted and felt sore in the right places, and was a sweaty, fat pig. It was exactly the kind of motivation that I needed to get me to the gym at least three times a week. I’m not a girl who likes to waste money, so I plan on getting the most out of this membership that I can. More motivation is that I have to wear a strapless (fucking orange) dress for a fall wedding of a friend I’ve known since we met at 4-H camp fifteen years ago, and then I have to wear a sleeveless dress in an inoffensive color for the later fall wedding of my college roommate, and as the MOH, I am expecting that a lot of people will probably see me. So, I want to look nice at these weddings and maybe even look hot at these weddings, but more importantly than those vain and superficial reasons, I want to feel good about myself. I deserve that. And this isn’t going to become a diet journal, and I’m not going to tell you how much I weigh, and this isn’t going to become my food journal and I’m not going to tell you how many ounces of protein I ate yesterday, but I am going to talk about my experiences with Weight Watchers and Curves and fighting the urge (or maybe succumbing to the urge) to eat donuts on Birthday Day at work. I might tell you how many pounds I’ve lost (and I’m starting from square one here – prior WW loss doesn’t count this time) and I might tell you how many inches are gone. And I might tell you when I’m wearing smaller clothes, and I might tell you that I kicked my McDonald’s habit for good. But I’m not always going to order a salad with dressing on the side, because sometimes I would like to eat the real ice cream and not the fruit sorbet, and I’m not always going to eat five servings of fruit and vegetables but I guess that French fries are technically a vegetable, so that one might come true. Anyway, the point is, I’m going to fail, and I’m going to succeed, and this is a pretty big deal to me right now so I’m going to talk about it once in a while. Bear with me, y’all. I’m trying to cut back on my Diet Coke consumption and to remember to buy more fruit and vegetables at the grocery. It’s almost farmer’s market season in Missouri, so I know I’ll head to one of the markets every weekend to load up on cheap vegetables and fresh fruit. The first step, however, was to clean out the kitchen. I’m making a huge donation to the local food pantry tomorrow and all of the tempting crap that I shouldn’t be eating is going straight to them. I threw out half-eaten containers of: Ben & Jerry’s, bags of chips, sour cream, dips, margarita mix, mayonnaise, and so much other stuff that I couldn’t believe my own eyes. Baby steps. I can do this. Thanks for reading – and sometimes I wonder if anyone is reading because I can’t figure out how to use SiteMeter – but if you are reading, I’d love to know what you think.
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