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Finally had a session with Jeev this morning (he canceled again yesterday). It was a difficult, full-body work-out, but I managed somehow. Bill tried to encourage me this morning by singing "Eye of the Tiger" but it only made me want to smack him.
Gyms are full of diabolical torture devices, but my personal nemesis is the endless ladder. It's like a stair machine, except that it's a ladder and it's completely manual - that is, you control the speed. This sounds great until you think you're getting behind so you speed up a little bit to catch up, and the ladder moves faster to compensate. On my first experience with this infernal machine, months ago, I totally let it get away from me. No good. But today we started the morning with three whole minutes on the endless ladder, and I didn't die! Which led to this conversation:
Me: I don't think I've ever done 3 minutes before.
Jeev: Actually, you did, a while back.
Me: Oh yeah, but I think I died.
Jeev: Yeah, you did.
I love my trainer.
I did another two minutes later in the workout and while I was panting pretty good, I didn't die then either.
And I did push-ups! Real ones, and it was hard as hell, and I've never appreciated girly push-ups so much. Alas, Jeev says we're not doing girly push-ups anymore. I later asked him if the exercises were getting harder or if I was having an off day, but he assured me that the exercises were undoubtedly harder. So that made me feel better.
I seem to have finally shaken off the last of my funk. I suspect a fair amount of this was due to having a really delicious dinner last night: homemade cheeseburgers, chips'n'salsa, pistachios, and a Woodchuck cider for dessert. Bill made an effort to let me pick out goodies at the grocery store yesterday, and during the meal we had this exchange:
Bill: Eating good food really improves your mood.
Me: That's why I'm fat.
And it's true. The trouble is that it doesn't always work, and it certainly doesn't work with all foods, but that doesn't keep me from trying again and again. In related news, it's the 25th and I've managed not to have any fast food. I haven't killed the cravings, but I'm hoping I may have killed the habit.
Gyms are full of diabolical torture devices, but my personal nemesis is the endless ladder. It's like a stair machine, except that it's a ladder and it's completely manual - that is, you control the speed. This sounds great until you think you're getting behind so you speed up a little bit to catch up, and the ladder moves faster to compensate. On my first experience with this infernal machine, months ago, I totally let it get away from me. No good. But today we started the morning with three whole minutes on the endless ladder, and I didn't die! Which led to this conversation:
Me: I don't think I've ever done 3 minutes before.
Jeev: Actually, you did, a while back.
Me: Oh yeah, but I think I died.
Jeev: Yeah, you did.
I love my trainer.
I did another two minutes later in the workout and while I was panting pretty good, I didn't die then either.
And I did push-ups! Real ones, and it was hard as hell, and I've never appreciated girly push-ups so much. Alas, Jeev says we're not doing girly push-ups anymore. I later asked him if the exercises were getting harder or if I was having an off day, but he assured me that the exercises were undoubtedly harder. So that made me feel better.
I seem to have finally shaken off the last of my funk. I suspect a fair amount of this was due to having a really delicious dinner last night: homemade cheeseburgers, chips'n'salsa, pistachios, and a Woodchuck cider for dessert. Bill made an effort to let me pick out goodies at the grocery store yesterday, and during the meal we had this exchange:
Bill: Eating good food really improves your mood.
Me: That's why I'm fat.
And it's true. The trouble is that it doesn't always work, and it certainly doesn't work with all foods, but that doesn't keep me from trying again and again. In related news, it's the 25th and I've managed not to have any fast food. I haven't killed the cravings, but I'm hoping I may have killed the habit.