I have been struggling lately. I am like a bipolar woman p-m-sing. One day I think, "I want to get to 125" then next day I think "I just want to stay at 130" the the next time I see some chocolate that wont friggin stop calling my name I say "I don't care, I just want to eat what I want and weigh 135"
And if I could only rememebr the number of days I have hidden from the scale in the last month. I can't remember frankly. I hid from it today. I have no idea what I weigh. I didn't want to step on because I just finished telling myself on Thursday that the healthy, strong, confident weight loser Teri is back, and then I found a moon pie, and some truffles and some other crap that made me so happy at the moment, but now has left me wanting to cry like a baby.
I watched Bachelor tonight, and Emily. Who I think is beauitful and blonde and perfect. I want to be like her when I grow up. So sweet and genuine. Anyway, I could see her abs under neath her dress. I just want to know what it feels like to have abs. I know my stomach has shrunk so much, and it is continuing to look better and better, but I feel like if I could just stick to eating clean and eating to fuel my body I could really see some definition. I think I owe my stomach the courtesy of atleast trying anything I can to see what it feels like. But then, I get discouraged because that stupid scale is in my opinion not being as easily guided as I am used to. It's up and down and all around and I don't really want to take all the credit of the food I am eating for it.
I got my tankini in the mail today. The bottoms are way too big. I ordered size large because I thought they would fit nicely on my butt. I HAAATE it when bottoms squeeze your fat and make it pop over the seams. My size medium undies from vic secret are like that so I assumed the swim suit bottoms would fit the same. Well, I was wrong. And the top is soooo cute on my ta-tas (sorry if that offends hehe) but it isn't long enough over my torso, and the white in the print is like see through. So, I don't really like my skin showing through when the suit is dry, i can only imagine what it will be like wet. So I will have to pay to ship that back. Then take a oh so fun day at the mall with my Amy friend to buy a different one. But I hate swim suit shopping and no matter how good you feel the morning you go, you definitly feel fat and yucky the minute you enter the bad lighting and the dressing room.
I realize I keep typing as if I am talking to YOU. Well I should be owning these feelings because there is no way that YOU really are as random as I am, and YOU probably aren't as weird or indecisive as I am either so I will restart the rest of my ramblings by owning the way that I am feeling and therefore use I instead of YOU.
I wonder if I can keep at this eating clean thing for a month. If I could do the eating clean I know the idea is that it fuels my body, is natural, and so therefore it is supposed to I think make it easier for me to get that muscle definition that I so badly want. I saw a picture of Jamie Eason, a writer for Oxygen mag, and a important weight lifting/womens fitness figure girl on a ad in GNC. She is crazy thin, and crazy ripped. It was an ad for hydroxycut. I mean, that annoys me. So do these women who I am trying to get my body to look like all take hundreds of thousands of dollars in supplements while eating clean. Holy crap. Maybe I should just stick with my meal replacements half my eating time, and eating in moderation the other half. I mean that has worked well for me since I went off Take Shape in November. I have maintained 130 since then. I am happy at 130. It seems like all these meal plans out of the magazines of people eating clean are getting to eat A LOT more food than I am used to like 170o cals. That is like 500 more than I typically have been taking in. But is the difference I wonder that the 1200 has been highly processed, adn the 1700 will be whole, natural foods, so it will be ok and I wont gain weight? well I don't really care all that much if I can weight if I can gain it in the form of muscle. Which is why I took those pics, in case I actually decide to stick to something and eat clean and grab a stomach full of fat in 30 days to see the difference. It is too hard to use the measuring tape to see changes at this point, and the scale. Holy crap the scale and me are not friendly lately.
I am like a drowning sow at 130. I get sooo close to 130 for my weigh in on Friday, but by Monday I am back up... I even saw 136 over the past few weeks. It was horrid. I was so sad. I was feeling like a failure. I was feeling overwhelmed. I was feeling like I was going to jump off a cliff and scream naughty naughty words the whole way down. I have worked so hard to become healthy I can't throw it all away now but I can't stop drinking soda. Do I need to stop drinking soda? I can't stop eating chocolate. I know I have to stop eating chocolate. There is no room for it in my life. I can't stop once I start. Like Charlie Scheen with his porn stars I just can't stop.
Health isn't a destination, the body I want isn't a destination. I can't ever stop. The new life I have made for myself of healthy eating adn exercising day in and day out has to continue or the old fatter unhappier Teri comes back. It is a fact. I am getting so bored of going to the gym every friggin day. I just want to hike, or run outside or something on my off teaching days. I want to run the same half marathon I ran last year in July. I want to kick the crap out of that 2 hr 7 or was it 9 min time. I think I can do it too. I ran 3 miles in under 8 mins each this week. I am definitly getting faster. I love running faster and faster and faster. I love when I am running so fast I am worried I might throw up. I love that feeling.
I try to explain to Amy, or Carrie, or Jared how I feel. I can't articulate it right. I can't keep complaining or playing the what if game I just have to try something... before they kill me because they don't want to hear it anymore. I don't blame them. Who wants to listen to Debby Downer whine about gaining a few pounds when you just watched her order another diet coke, or down a freaking moon pie that you think tastes like card board? Or eat yet another piece of chocolate you just told them you wouldn't eat. Nobody wants to listen and why would they when I can't even decide what I really want.
Well, I guess that's all.
Maybe I should think about it. About what I really want. Who I really want to be. What I really want to look like in a swim suit.
I will. Ill think about it. I might let you know or I might not. I might not want to be that commited.
I am hungry. I better go drink some h20 and head for bed.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Pics for Me to Think About
So I have a whole post about my randomness/bipolarness coming right after this. But I needed to post and really look at these pictures to see where I have come and what the progress looks like. If you don't feel like seeing my stretch marked tummy you might want to forgo this post :o)
Feb 28th 2011
November 2010
August 2010
hehe Feb 28th 2011
Feb 28th 2011
November 2010
August 2010
Feb 28th 2011
November 2010
August 2010
hehe Feb 28th 2011
Feb 28th 2011
November 2010
August 2010
Friday, February 25, 2011
O.M.Gosh
I guess it might be time to lower my soda intake (Even more than I already have fyi)
I was totally bustin' a move upstairs on my eliptical in my undies and sports bra. When I felt the sweat release from my body and start trickling down my chest.... I let out a gasp and really, really, really thought I was sweating soda. It was dark like diet dr. pepper.
And then I realized, I just had my hair dyed.
ahahahahaha that is totally worthy of the phrase I learned a month or so back. LmAo (laughing my ace off) hehehehehehe I crack myself up.
Don't worry. It was just a little head sweat dripping down my chest.
I was totally bustin' a move upstairs on my eliptical in my undies and sports bra. When I felt the sweat release from my body and start trickling down my chest.... I let out a gasp and really, really, really thought I was sweating soda. It was dark like diet dr. pepper.
And then I realized, I just had my hair dyed.
ahahahahaha that is totally worthy of the phrase I learned a month or so back. LmAo (laughing my ace off) hehehehehehe I crack myself up.
Don't worry. It was just a little head sweat dripping down my chest.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A little quote....
Be careful of your thoughts... they become your words.
Be careful of your words.... they become your actions.
So therefore, I will think thin healthy thoughts. I will say thin healthy words and then I will be thin and healthy.
Our minds and our ability to choose are powerful powerful weapons in all aspects of life, in regards to our health and weight as much as anything. MiNd OvEr MaTtEr!!
Be careful of your words.... they become your actions.
So therefore, I will think thin healthy thoughts. I will say thin healthy words and then I will be thin and healthy.
Our minds and our ability to choose are powerful powerful weapons in all aspects of life, in regards to our health and weight as much as anything. MiNd OvEr MaTtEr!!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Dear Universe
I wanted to inform you I am ordering my swim suit for the summer... right now, like as I type this.
Victoria's Secret sent out this little piece of tankini zebra heaven and because you might not know this, I am a little obsessed with zebra print. And I looked ABSOLUTLY everywhere for it last year... with no luck. But this is a new summer and apparently the designers were on my side because I have found it, and I am ordering it. I am ready for you warm weather, Roaring Springs, and feeling confident in a swim suit. (Ya know, I have lost 15 lbs since my last summer tankini, so it's a little big... YaY!! gO mE!!!)
Anywho... just remindin' everyone... summer is around the corner and like a car that needs gasoline and oil changes, or body needs maintained and frequent work (hehe not like surgery work, but nutritious foods and exercise work) to maintain it too. I feel like if we work hard through the winter, we can be proud of what we have been hiding under the covers (or clothes) once summer comes round. And if you haven't been working and preparing for the summer... you still have 3 good months to jump start. I feel like I have been preparing for this summer where my muscles are finally more defined and most the extra fat is finally gone, for like... well 24 winters.
Yay for swimsuit confidence!! Let me help you, if you aren't quite ready let's get you started on a 5 &1 plan from Take Shape for Life and get rid of some extra pounds while starting a gym plan to sculpt your muscles!!! Email me!
Victoria's Secret sent out this little piece of tankini zebra heaven and because you might not know this, I am a little obsessed with zebra print. And I looked ABSOLUTLY everywhere for it last year... with no luck. But this is a new summer and apparently the designers were on my side because I have found it, and I am ordering it. I am ready for you warm weather, Roaring Springs, and feeling confident in a swim suit. (Ya know, I have lost 15 lbs since my last summer tankini, so it's a little big... YaY!! gO mE!!!)
Anywho... just remindin' everyone... summer is around the corner and like a car that needs gasoline and oil changes, or body needs maintained and frequent work (hehe not like surgery work, but nutritious foods and exercise work) to maintain it too. I feel like if we work hard through the winter, we can be proud of what we have been hiding under the covers (or clothes) once summer comes round. And if you haven't been working and preparing for the summer... you still have 3 good months to jump start. I feel like I have been preparing for this summer where my muscles are finally more defined and most the extra fat is finally gone, for like... well 24 winters.
Yay for swimsuit confidence!! Let me help you, if you aren't quite ready let's get you started on a 5 &1 plan from Take Shape for Life and get rid of some extra pounds while starting a gym plan to sculpt your muscles!!! Email me!
Friday, February 18, 2011
131.3
While last week with almost the same weight I was feeling sad, this week is different. I have been eating nutritiously clean through the week. I got my new Oxygen magazine and was inspired by some nutrition tips and some new muscle building workouts.
I have worked out hard this week. And I am starting to wonder if my higher than I really like Friday weight might be having an affect of ,y late night workout Thursday workout, back to back with my 430am Friday morning workout. Maybe my body just isn't having time to recover scale wise.
None the less today was a good day when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I felt like my muscles were more defined and and my stomach was flatter.
I don't care what the scale says when I am able to see definition and feel good, strong and powerful. Because as we all know, weight is just a number.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A ReCap Plus a Little
So I am recapping an article I read by Jamie Eason called "Firestarters" in the March 2011 issue of Oxygen (my favorite health and fitness magazine). It sorta spoke to me and I thought I would share
She talks at first about how it seems like with life in general and in relationships people go through periods of time. The falling in love, the maintenance and then sometimes breaking up. There will always be ups and downs and stressors in our relationships but she says it is how we cope with those things that determine the success or failure of our relationships. When we make it through a setback or a bump in the road in relationships, or in our healthy lifestyle we more often than not feel stronger having been through the trail. We are able to choose to get through the bump with more motivation to keep on going and work harder, or we can choose to let it bring the whole house down and eat the whole box of doughnuts.
I, like the author didn't have a hard time so much in the beginning of my road to a healthy lifestyle. I had set goals-- running 3 miles, running a half marathon, becoming a health coach to real people, and becoming a fitness instructor. Those were goals I set and once they were achieved I sometimes have felt like, "what's next?" I have felt it easier to slack off a little because I stopped posting my weight on my blog, and I am not heading up any weight loss competitions. I have achieved and maintained my weight loss goal. This is where Jamie recommends we do something new to recommit to our health and fitness goals. Take a new class (like bootcamp at IAC Tues and Thurs) a dance class, kick boxing or join a running club.
"Anything worth keeping for the long term requires regular maintenance," Jamie quotes and I would go a bit further to say anything worth having is a lot of work, but in the long run the hard work is what makes it worth having. If it were easy to be eating healthy and working out everyday, everyone around us would be in shape. Obesisty is an epidemic in the United States in portion because everyone wants things instantaneously. They want to sit on the couch and watch tv, or eat fast food, or take HCg and get skinny quick only to end up gaining all their weight back because they didn't go through the blood, sweat, and tears it took to get every damn pound off their body.
How important is overall health in your life? How important is it to feed your body healthy "clean" foods, how important is it to make it to the gym a few times a week for a sweat session? What brings you joy and happiness long term? Is it that ice cream that looks soooo good right now, or is that first 5 mile run, or first mastering of a yoga pose? Is it fast food and watching the Biggest Loser on TV, or is nutritious food and being your own biggest loser?
The author warns: "Do not waite until change is forced upon you or you come to a breaking point" (like disease, cancer or broken bones etc) Plan ahead. If you need to set goals like a 5k race, or becoming a health coach (I can help you with that) or looking fantastic in a swimsuit for your vacation you have worked your butt off to earn... then so be it. Whatever it takes for YOU to make YOURSELF the best, healthiest, strongest, happiest person you can be.
My frieds, remember the best is truly yet to come....
She talks at first about how it seems like with life in general and in relationships people go through periods of time. The falling in love, the maintenance and then sometimes breaking up. There will always be ups and downs and stressors in our relationships but she says it is how we cope with those things that determine the success or failure of our relationships. When we make it through a setback or a bump in the road in relationships, or in our healthy lifestyle we more often than not feel stronger having been through the trail. We are able to choose to get through the bump with more motivation to keep on going and work harder, or we can choose to let it bring the whole house down and eat the whole box of doughnuts.
I, like the author didn't have a hard time so much in the beginning of my road to a healthy lifestyle. I had set goals-- running 3 miles, running a half marathon, becoming a health coach to real people, and becoming a fitness instructor. Those were goals I set and once they were achieved I sometimes have felt like, "what's next?" I have felt it easier to slack off a little because I stopped posting my weight on my blog, and I am not heading up any weight loss competitions. I have achieved and maintained my weight loss goal. This is where Jamie recommends we do something new to recommit to our health and fitness goals. Take a new class (like bootcamp at IAC Tues and Thurs) a dance class, kick boxing or join a running club.
"Anything worth keeping for the long term requires regular maintenance," Jamie quotes and I would go a bit further to say anything worth having is a lot of work, but in the long run the hard work is what makes it worth having. If it were easy to be eating healthy and working out everyday, everyone around us would be in shape. Obesisty is an epidemic in the United States in portion because everyone wants things instantaneously. They want to sit on the couch and watch tv, or eat fast food, or take HCg and get skinny quick only to end up gaining all their weight back because they didn't go through the blood, sweat, and tears it took to get every damn pound off their body.
How important is overall health in your life? How important is it to feed your body healthy "clean" foods, how important is it to make it to the gym a few times a week for a sweat session? What brings you joy and happiness long term? Is it that ice cream that looks soooo good right now, or is that first 5 mile run, or first mastering of a yoga pose? Is it fast food and watching the Biggest Loser on TV, or is nutritious food and being your own biggest loser?
The author warns: "Do not waite until change is forced upon you or you come to a breaking point" (like disease, cancer or broken bones etc) Plan ahead. If you need to set goals like a 5k race, or becoming a health coach (I can help you with that) or looking fantastic in a swimsuit for your vacation you have worked your butt off to earn... then so be it. Whatever it takes for YOU to make YOURSELF the best, healthiest, strongest, happiest person you can be.
My frieds, remember the best is truly yet to come....
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Look out!!!
It's Tuesday night. I had a rockin 16 people in my boot camp class. I ate well today. I worked out hard.
I got my new issue of my fave magazine-- Oxygen and I am ON Freaking Fire!!! about being healthy and strong and IN SHAPE!!
So, expect an amazing, inspiring, motivating post coming from me very very soon, like tomorow when I recap what I have learned!!!
Until then-- eat healthy, be strong, workout hard and bust a friggin move yo!!!
I got my new issue of my fave magazine-- Oxygen and I am ON Freaking Fire!!! about being healthy and strong and IN SHAPE!!
So, expect an amazing, inspiring, motivating post coming from me very very soon, like tomorow when I recap what I have learned!!!
Until then-- eat healthy, be strong, workout hard and bust a friggin move yo!!!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I don't want to talk about it
I did well Friday night for the bday bash. I will report what I ate not what the scale said Saturday morning because as my tittle insinuates I do not want to discuss that freaking scale.
I am a little ticked off this morning in case you couldn't tell.
Olive Garden. Starving to death by time we sat down. Diet coke ordered check, Carrie wants appetizer, I can handle that curve ball. Ate half portion calamari, half portion stuffed mushrooms, and a cheese stick thing. Salad. One bowl of soup. Two friggin breadsticks. Two. That's it. Two. and one small tiny part of another before I tore it up and hid it from myself as we waited for the check.
Left feeling victorious. I basically stuck to my plan. My stomach was so bloated though. Ya everyone thinks it is the diet coke. Shut up I tell them. It's the only thing I get. Diet soda, 0 calories. I want to feel good about it. So shut up if you agree and think I shouldn't drink it. :o) Just kidding you can offer advice if you want :o)
Skipped bowling. Went shopping for a minute (lingerie if you were wondering... it was fun, funny, and hilarious. Embarrassed friend Amy as much as humanly possible. Laughed a lot). Decided on a movie. I also believe in diet coke and popcorn at a movie. I went against everything I stand for (haha) and got a ridiculously high priced bottle of water and didn't even eat 2 kernals of popcorn. I had one kernel, that was it. Felt victorious again. Walked to car, friends partook of those cupcakes (my fave by the way, the birthday cake kind). Didn't eat ONE!!! Didn't eat one, one lick of frosting and that was it. Not one cupcake out of an entire batch... I can't believe it as I type it.
So I felt healthy, strong, like I was full of willpower.
And the scale Saturday morning was ugly. Higher than Friday and I shall not report because I am too mad and sad.
Yesterday worked out again, had a decent day with food. I did splurge on sushi and some fro yo for vday with my lover muffin and the scale was worse today. And now I am just pissed off and I can't decide when I am going to care again.
I even put my little guy on the scale to see if something was wrong with that weight watchers scale, maybe it's broken or something ya know!? Ya, no-- it weighs him right on.
What is with this crap? I don't know I can't even add any positive reinforcement in this last paragraph because I am just too mad, sad, and annoyed. I don't know what the crap is going on but I really pray that something balances out-- and soon or I am going to have to hop back on my Take Shape for Life plan and get busy with meal replacements until I can gain back enough control to steady my weight back out.
Dang it all to hell.
I am a little ticked off this morning in case you couldn't tell.
Olive Garden. Starving to death by time we sat down. Diet coke ordered check, Carrie wants appetizer, I can handle that curve ball. Ate half portion calamari, half portion stuffed mushrooms, and a cheese stick thing. Salad. One bowl of soup. Two friggin breadsticks. Two. That's it. Two. and one small tiny part of another before I tore it up and hid it from myself as we waited for the check.
Left feeling victorious. I basically stuck to my plan. My stomach was so bloated though. Ya everyone thinks it is the diet coke. Shut up I tell them. It's the only thing I get. Diet soda, 0 calories. I want to feel good about it. So shut up if you agree and think I shouldn't drink it. :o) Just kidding you can offer advice if you want :o)
Skipped bowling. Went shopping for a minute (lingerie if you were wondering... it was fun, funny, and hilarious. Embarrassed friend Amy as much as humanly possible. Laughed a lot). Decided on a movie. I also believe in diet coke and popcorn at a movie. I went against everything I stand for (haha) and got a ridiculously high priced bottle of water and didn't even eat 2 kernals of popcorn. I had one kernel, that was it. Felt victorious again. Walked to car, friends partook of those cupcakes (my fave by the way, the birthday cake kind). Didn't eat ONE!!! Didn't eat one, one lick of frosting and that was it. Not one cupcake out of an entire batch... I can't believe it as I type it.
So I felt healthy, strong, like I was full of willpower.
And the scale Saturday morning was ugly. Higher than Friday and I shall not report because I am too mad and sad.
Yesterday worked out again, had a decent day with food. I did splurge on sushi and some fro yo for vday with my lover muffin and the scale was worse today. And now I am just pissed off and I can't decide when I am going to care again.
I even put my little guy on the scale to see if something was wrong with that weight watchers scale, maybe it's broken or something ya know!? Ya, no-- it weighs him right on.
What is with this crap? I don't know I can't even add any positive reinforcement in this last paragraph because I am just too mad, sad, and annoyed. I don't know what the crap is going on but I really pray that something balances out-- and soon or I am going to have to hop back on my Take Shape for Life plan and get busy with meal replacements until I can gain back enough control to steady my weight back out.
Dang it all to hell.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Sad Sad Girl
131.2.
Today is i believe the second time I have truly thought about lying and posting a lesser weight than I actually weighed. (I refrained that time and this time fyi, that is truly what the demon scale said this morning)
I knew it was gonna be rough this week, trying to recover from weekend vacation of stuffing my face full of all sorts of naughtiness.
i almost did recover though until Wednesday night came. I was a bit of a glutton as my mother would say. I ate 4 muffins. Ya ya who cares about 4 muffins? Well normally I wouldn't because in my old life 4 was really just getting warmed up. And these were healthy high fiber good for ya kind, but I felt so disgusting on number 3, then threw 4 in my mouth and even as I was chewing I was thinking why, why, why are you stuffing yourself moron? But I kept at that 4th one.
Last night was a good boot camp class. Only 7 people. Where the crap are all my people?! Get your butts back to boot camp people!! hehe just kidding I don't want to go all the time either.
We burned 55o calories in case you were wondering.
I chugged a whoooooole lotta water hoping it might flush out some of the calories from my body. I think it worked a little because today was actually a lot better than my eating deserved.
I was thinkin bout how sad I was last night that my self control was down because of stress in my life. Why do I sabotage myself like that? Sad day, eat some food. Mad day, eat some food. Kids screamin, eat some food. Happy birthday party day, eat some food. I have taught myself to be better than that this past year, or maybe not better than that... but I have taught myself to exercise more discretion when eating. I don't have to eat 5 of everything, because I can eat one... and guess what? Have left overs later! What a novel idea. And, I don't need to eat to stuff emotions. I am allowed to feel emotions and have reactions. That is normal human behavior.
So, as i was bustin a move early early at the gym today (almost 850 calories, I was proud. Also ran my first ever sub 8 minute mile) I had five million different posts going through my mind. But today the most important is my plan of action for the birthday celebration i am attending tonight.
Problem one for Teri? I am a carb addict. It is painfully hard for me to limit my carbohydrate intake. Olive Garden for dinner tonight?! Holy crap that is like taking a kid into a candy store. DANGEROUS!! My plan you might ask? Because I do have a plan.
Fail to plan, plan to fail.
One breadstick, soup and as much salad as I want. Of course diet coke because I don't believe in going to a restaurant without a soda. :o) Ok, I think I should say 2 breadsticks because i don't know if i will be strong enough in the moment to refuse after only one. I can do two. And cupcakes, my favorite kind by the way. One. That means one total, not one right now as I am baking, a bunch of batter and one cupcake tonight. It means one. I reiterate not because I think you can't read, but because I must remind myself several times. One, one, one. I can do this. No cupcake tastes as good as my new body feels and looks.
That is my plan. I shall report in the morning. And I shall also report the dang number on the scale for added accountability that I just do better with. Even though only 5 of you read this :o)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
A locker Room full...
of old ladies today after step class!!!
It was so funny! I was getting out of the little enclosed dressing room, because I still feel like I am 13 and need to be covered from people seeing my lady parts. Why do people feel the need to walk through the locker room nakey by the way? I swear everytime I wander in there to use the bathroom I almost run smack into a naked older lady. I mean really. Can't they just use a towel?
Anyway. As I was finishing getting dressed in private I couldn't help but laugh to myself. The locker room was crowded and loud. At 10am. Why was it so busy you might ask? Because Silver Sneakers was getting ready to start and water aerobics just finished. There were probably 10 or 15 senior ladies in there just gabbing and laughing and gossiping. It sounded like my volleyball team before a big game in the good ol' days.
I loved it. Those old ladies all getting together to exercise and visit after. I hope when I am a senior citizen I will still be making my health a priority. One lady was late because of her husband, another lady said "lucky you" (she probably doesn't have a husband anymore I would venture to bet), and I was just impressed by these older versions of me. They weren't skinny, and if I had to guess-- I would say they make a mean dinner and a delightful batch of chocolate chip cookies like every other Gramma... but these ladies were taking time for themselves first, and I hope I can say the same when I am their age.
Go Silver Sneakers!!
It was so funny! I was getting out of the little enclosed dressing room, because I still feel like I am 13 and need to be covered from people seeing my lady parts. Why do people feel the need to walk through the locker room nakey by the way? I swear everytime I wander in there to use the bathroom I almost run smack into a naked older lady. I mean really. Can't they just use a towel?
Anyway. As I was finishing getting dressed in private I couldn't help but laugh to myself. The locker room was crowded and loud. At 10am. Why was it so busy you might ask? Because Silver Sneakers was getting ready to start and water aerobics just finished. There were probably 10 or 15 senior ladies in there just gabbing and laughing and gossiping. It sounded like my volleyball team before a big game in the good ol' days.
I loved it. Those old ladies all getting together to exercise and visit after. I hope when I am a senior citizen I will still be making my health a priority. One lady was late because of her husband, another lady said "lucky you" (she probably doesn't have a husband anymore I would venture to bet), and I was just impressed by these older versions of me. They weren't skinny, and if I had to guess-- I would say they make a mean dinner and a delightful batch of chocolate chip cookies like every other Gramma... but these ladies were taking time for themselves first, and I hope I can say the same when I am their age.
Go Silver Sneakers!!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wouldn't it be fun? friday 130.5
If every single person who read this made a comment?!
Even if it was "Ya, I hear ya." or "Teri, you are full of crap!" or "I want to come to class, get me a guest pass" or "I accidently found this blog and I keep coming back to see what piece of geniusness you will post next." or "I am just commenting because you asked me too." or this would be a good one "Teri, I have a question about you, your class, Take Shape for Life, a diet I heard about or a new exercise program"
Well that would be fun for me anyway. The stats don't lie. People are reading, which keeps me posting... but I would love to have blogging friends. I blog stalk people all the time, and I even comment on their posts, so I totally wont think you are weird or unusual. I will just love you!!!
C'mon. You know you want to comment. jUsT dO iT!
Even if it was "Ya, I hear ya." or "Teri, you are full of crap!" or "I want to come to class, get me a guest pass" or "I accidently found this blog and I keep coming back to see what piece of geniusness you will post next." or "I am just commenting because you asked me too." or this would be a good one "Teri, I have a question about you, your class, Take Shape for Life, a diet I heard about or a new exercise program"
Well that would be fun for me anyway. The stats don't lie. People are reading, which keeps me posting... but I would love to have blogging friends. I blog stalk people all the time, and I even comment on their posts, so I totally wont think you are weird or unusual. I will just love you!!!
C'mon. You know you want to comment. jUsT dO iT!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
l.a.m.e
I have been feeling a little iffy this week as to whether my body is trying to get sick.
I have told my subconscious no atleast a dozen times it isn't getting sick. Still I thought I would play it safe and relax. Workout at class, and minimum on my off days. Well the regular spin teacher called at 10 last night and asked me to teach at 530 am today.
Darnit to heck.
Of course I said yes because I appreciate the opportunity to teach and learn more. So I got up, after not sleeping because I was all keyed up about teaching. The class was jam packed (all 14 bikes were full). The energy was pumpin, bodies were sweating, people were breathing heavy, and it was a lot of fun. I want to hate those dumb early morning people, but I can't. I just love em. They are too cool for school. And they make getting my ace up that early totally worth it.
So, I prepped for two weeks for my boot camp class tonight. Stations. Three exercises at each station, one minute a piece. I really thought it was gonna be hoppin. I had new, good music. I was ready to make some people sweat.
9 people showed up. YaWn! (I love those 9 don't get me wrong, but I really love all 15 or 18 when they show up).
After about 5 minutes I was realizing that I wasn't feelin' my class. So I pushed through and tried to be as peppy as I could, but it just wasn't working. So we finished those stations and had about 15 minutes to spare so I rallied and ran the rest of the class like a group strength training. We burned out biceps, lunges, squats, triceps, and calf raises.
I felt a little lame. I was just sad it wasn't hot hot hot, no one was very sweaty, no one was workin it. I hated it.
So, I came home and felt like the emotional eater I am and had to save myself from eating a huge amount of ice cream and chocolate. I just feel lame and lame and a little more lame. Bleh. I haven't dipped into an ounce of ice cream but I'll be honest, I still have an hour and a half before bed and I am not sure how the rest of the night will fair.
Can't waite for Thursday. Bring it on bootcampers. And bring your A game because we are gonna work it work it work it from 6 to 7.
I have told my subconscious no atleast a dozen times it isn't getting sick. Still I thought I would play it safe and relax. Workout at class, and minimum on my off days. Well the regular spin teacher called at 10 last night and asked me to teach at 530 am today.
Darnit to heck.
Of course I said yes because I appreciate the opportunity to teach and learn more. So I got up, after not sleeping because I was all keyed up about teaching. The class was jam packed (all 14 bikes were full). The energy was pumpin, bodies were sweating, people were breathing heavy, and it was a lot of fun. I want to hate those dumb early morning people, but I can't. I just love em. They are too cool for school. And they make getting my ace up that early totally worth it.
So, I prepped for two weeks for my boot camp class tonight. Stations. Three exercises at each station, one minute a piece. I really thought it was gonna be hoppin. I had new, good music. I was ready to make some people sweat.
9 people showed up. YaWn! (I love those 9 don't get me wrong, but I really love all 15 or 18 when they show up).
After about 5 minutes I was realizing that I wasn't feelin' my class. So I pushed through and tried to be as peppy as I could, but it just wasn't working. So we finished those stations and had about 15 minutes to spare so I rallied and ran the rest of the class like a group strength training. We burned out biceps, lunges, squats, triceps, and calf raises.
I felt a little lame. I was just sad it wasn't hot hot hot, no one was very sweaty, no one was workin it. I hated it.
So, I came home and felt like the emotional eater I am and had to save myself from eating a huge amount of ice cream and chocolate. I just feel lame and lame and a little more lame. Bleh. I haven't dipped into an ounce of ice cream but I'll be honest, I still have an hour and a half before bed and I am not sure how the rest of the night will fair.
Can't waite for Thursday. Bring it on bootcampers. And bring your A game because we are gonna work it work it work it from 6 to 7.
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