I had forgotten how pleasant it is to go to the gym. Time to yourself, good music on your iPod, some hard earned sweat and all those lovely endorphins that are released in the process.
Before I started I did a weigh in. Mind you, I don’t own a scale. I haven’t weighed myself in a long time. I’m 164.5 pounds. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, but it’s no where near good. I would like to get down to 140, so that’s 24.5 pounds that need to take their leave. I’m optimistic.
I will admit that I felt very self conscious at first. About 90% of the people working out were, well… skinny. Very skinny. And there I was, stuffed into my work out clothes like an over packed sausage. But within a few moments I realized that no one but me cared what I looked like and I relaxed and continued to work out.
I did 6 miles on the bike in cardio mode, which meant keeping my heart rate above 158. Then I did about a quarter of a mile on the treadmill. I finished off with 100 crunches on an evil machine that kicked my ass. I was there for a little over half an hour. Wimpy, maybe, but I didn’t want to kill myself on the first day and then not be willing/able to go back.
So how do I feel today? A little tired, but that’s because I didn’t sleep too well last night. I keep having nightmares about those million-legged bugs getting into my bed. They’re so realistic that I wake up, tear my bed apart looking for it, then have to remake it again before I can fall back asleep. Any ideas how to stop them?
Today I’m going to work on the elliptical machine, or cross-trainer, whatever you want to call it. Then Casey and Squirt will be over to watch GhostHunters so I’m thinking chicken breast and rice for dinner. Or maybe hotdogs and rice. Then an early bedtime for Kelly, I’m so tired right now I can’t stop yawning. Doesn’t help that it’s cloudy/dark outside and very quiet inside…. zzzzzzz