So, my gym buddy and I have measured ourselves – I will only post mine as she might kill me… We’ve also laid out a few rewards – unfortunately they both involve spending which kind of bothers me, but they were really aimed for her… still, here are my numbers for Sept 22. Weight 162 Calf – 15.5 Thigh – 24 Hips 38.5 Waist – 33.25 Bust – 39.5 Arms – 14.75
Started kick boxing again as
of Monday. I stopped last term - I was ill and missed a few classes
and just felt lame going back. I tried to work out and keep up with
yoga, but really, I haven't been consistent with anything since late
November. In some ways that has been good - I've been doing a little
of everything so I'm not bored and I am active, but I've been hard on
myself for the lack of consistency. I've been losing weight (or at
least size) but my cardio is WAY down. The class was fun and it felt
good to be getting back into it, but by the end of the night I could
already feel my legs tightening up. Tuesday was brutal - my arms hurt,
my abs ache, my back is in agony... We went to yoga and there were a
few things I just couldn't do. This morning was pretty gross as well -
thank the gods for Advil - and I'm a little concerned about how well
I'll be able to do in tonight's class.
But one really cool thing
happened.... When I started this last year, I hated doing the punching
drills because I could feel the excess fat on my arms swinging when I
extended my arm quickly. It would sway. The word gross doesn't do the
feeling justice. Monday night, there was no sway. At all. It felt
great and I was so proud.
Still, when I went clothes
shopping Tuesday I couldn't find much that fit - not because I'm too
fat, but just because my body type isn't the type most clothes are made
for. I have an hourglass figure so I can find lots of bar clothes and
things that show off my cleavage, but there isn't a lot that is
suitable for the office. It's frustrating and I can see this becoming
a huge deal in the future. But to be honest, as I was taking off
clothes that either didn't fit because I'm not a stick or things that
made it look as though I was just wearing a sack, instead of thinking
about how awful the clothes looked on me, I just looked at how good I
look naked.
I heard so million times last night how good I’m looking.It was actually getting a little hard to bear.I’ve barely done anything in the last two months although in the last month I feel like I’ve become hot – I don’t mean to brag here, it has actually been a little strange ‘cause it was so out of no where.S and I went shopping for clothes for the release party and it went well – my porn sized tits make it hard to find a lot of things that fit, but there was only one store we went to (out of many) that made me hate my body – their sizes were very strange and hard on the ol’ ego.We wound up at Deluxe which specializes in Rockabilly accoutrements and I picked up a couple tops and a sweet little skirt.I know I looked good, but after a while last night it just seemed like I didn’t exist anymore, it was just my body.
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In the end of course, all the attention made me hate my body.I went to the gm today after work and it actually didn’t help.I felt fat and slow and weak and uncoordinated.I spent the entire time chanting that to solve the fat/weak problem, all I have to do is keep coming back.
The connection between pain and happiness is worrisome.
Had a great kickboxing class on Friday – we did a lot of stuff with elbows which I like but I also managed to do some roundhouses with power.It was lovely.Although I’m bloody sore today.S and I went to the gym today – I was trying to make sure I didn’t over do it, but I’m already hurting, so I don’t know how well tomorrow is going to go.Ah well.I might go to a few more kick boxing classes in the week so I can spend a week really hurting and then (hopefully) be done with it.
My body hurts so much right now, I have trouble shifting in bed while I read. I couldn't get comfortable and everytime I tried, it just hurt more. I was working out pretty frequently till about November when my life imploded.Between November, December and up to this week of January, I could count the number of work outs on both hands.That doesn’t count yoga mind.But while I may get sweaty in yoga and use my body in new and wondrous ways, yoga has only once done this to me, and not to this extent.I worked out with Jim on Thursday, had kick boxing on Friday and worked out with both Jim and S today.They both seemed amused by the amount of whinging I was doing.My calves are agony.My quads are mildly achy.There are two steel rods on either side of my spin which have developed thorns over the course of the day.My soft belly of love has an under lay of pure pain.And then we get to my chest, shoulders and arms.I hurt.The part that bothers me most about the pain is that I feel so freaking good at the same time.I did more weight on the bench press and French press than I have to date and what I was doing on the leg press could have totally been upped.
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Plus, my kick boxing instructor said I could drop into some of the other classes if I wanted.So I could really be doing either yoga or kick boxing (or both) every day of the week.Plus going to the gym… And I think when S goes back to working Wednesday nights, I’m going to see if John is swimming those nights.I need more cardio.On Th while doing concentration curls I could see the muscles in my arm – it was so encouraging.
And let’s face it, regardless of how good I feel, I wanna be hot when I go to ffice:smarttags" />Georgia.
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