I pay for the gym?

I believe at the beginning of this year I was going to work really hard on losing weight and one of the ways I was going to do that, was by going to the gym.  Unfortunately, I must have thought I was on the once, every two week plan.  So, since Summer is here I am going to try to do a better job of hitting up the gym.  Since I have a back injury, I have to be careful in what types of exercise I do.  I vaguely remember one of my many doctors mentioning yoga as she was prescribing me vicodin (you would understand why I only vaguely heard the yoga part).  Sunday, as I was hitting up a nice bowl of mint choc. chip ice cream I looked at the group exercise schedule for the gym and lo and behold, they have the yoga.  So I set my mind on going Monday morning to try out this mythical form of "exercise".  I actually thought it sounded really good, I get to lay down for about an hour and "stretch", and it would actually count as working out.  I was going to get out easy.  I arrived to yoga and saw a interesting mix of people, including Don, the yoga instructor.  Don looks to be a man I would normally make lots of fun of, but since I go to Yoga now I try to have peace with everyone.  Don welcomes me to class and asks me what brought me to yoga.  I didn't want to tell him because my ass was too fat to fit in to last year's Summer clothes, so I told him I was recovering from a back injury and wanted to build my "core" and flexibility.  I have found that I'm pretty good with coming up with lies.  Don tells me that he too, once had a back injury and that yoga would be an excellent way to help me recover.  Don does not have a fat ass, so I believe him.  I get my mat, some sort of strap, and a "block".  I was starting to think that the description of this class may have been a little off, as they forgot to mention the freaky straps and such.  Our first move is to lay down on the mat and have our hands down by our sides.  This was by far the best group exercise class I have ever been too.  However, this is when Don starts to recite some sort of peace within us, peace in the world, peace in our chi, blah, blah...and then chants something I'm not even going to pretend to act like I know.  I was just thinking the whole time I probably just got indoctrinated into the Muslim religion and didn't even know it.  No offense to any Muslim's that are reading this, even though I'm pretty sure there are not.  So we go through the rest of the class and I only have to be corrected three (10) times on my poses, but I wasn't offended, it wasn't like there was any one hot in the class.  At the end of the class we get back down on the mat in "prayer" position and have to turn to each other and say "ashanti" to each other.  I'm afraid I probably sounded like "a-SHAN-ti".  Next time, I will remember to bring it down a bit.  When class was finished Don asked how I liked my first yoga experience and I told him it was grand, really I just said I liked it.  He said he hoped I came back and so now I feel he has guilted me into becoming a yoga freak.  After yoga I decided that I might as well take advantage of the free "assessment" the gym offers and so I went to the front desk to sign up.  I got lucky and they had an appointment opened for Tuesday at 11.  I told them that was a little early, but I could probably make due.  I will let you know how that went tomorrow and my second experience in yoga (which involves hairless men). Until next time, Suck it! :)

Great way to start...NOT

The last time I blogged I was getting ready to go to the new gym for my orientation.  I thought this would be where they introduced me to all the equipment and I would get my "flex" pin.  This number is something you input into all the strength machines and then it tells you how much weight to put on the machine and what angle the machine should be placed.  Well, I basically got a tour of the facility and then had to go through a serious of health tests/questions to see if I could even join the gym.  Luckily I'm not close enough to death's door to be denied access to the gym.  My blood pressure was a little high though, probably from all the excess salt usages.  So I was really excited to get going to the gym the next day, but I started to feel a tickle in my throat when I woke up that morning.  By the end of the day I sounded like a man and my ears were hurting.  I went to school today and tried my best to teach.  It ended up being a lot of "independent" work.  I'm going to go to the doctor tomorrow and see if I have laryngitis or if I'm dying.  I will be sure to let you know...unless of course I am dying.  On the food front I have being doing ok.  I've done a good job of making my lunch and eating breakfast.  Dinner time is what is really killing me.  For some reason I have no control at that time of night.  Hopefully I will get better. Until then...suck it :)

OH Monday....

Today was the first real day that I tried hard to eat like I know I should.  Last night I took time to make baggies of homemade trail mix (next time I will add some mini pretzels for a bit of salt) and I measured out baggies of cereal so that I would eat the correct serving size.  All in all I would say I did pretty good.  The only problem is now it's nine o'clock and I really want to go eat an ice cream cup.  Tomorrow I go for my first visit at the new gym.  I am meeting with "Mike".  Mike's job is suppose to be to show me around the gym and also to do a "fitness assesment".  I can go ahead and assess my fitness for him and tell him I have none.  Anyhoo, I think it's going to get shady when he tries to do a fat test on me and gets out the capillers (or whatever they are called).  I don't know if I will be able to get into the pool tomorrow, but hopefully I will at least be able to walk out of the place.  Wish me luck!  Until next time....suck it!

Food for the day

3/4 cup of cinnamon toast crunch

8 oz. of OJ

A cup of coffee w/ splenda and peppermint creamer

Ham and Cheese sandwich

100 cal pringles

Apple slices with peanut butter

Trail mix

2 hotdogs in bun

1 cup of mac and cheese

and maybe an ice cream cup :)