Rambling about the Gym.
You know, I love going to the gym. When we first joined, I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about it. But I told myself I was going to stick to it because I am paying about 20 dollars per person [40 total with Ron and I] and I would be damned if I was going to be paying 20 dollars a month for a key chain. I actually love it though. It is great after a long day at work just to go to the gym with my little MP3 player and listen to books while I am walking on the treadmill or peddling the bike, totally losing myself while feeling the blood pump through my body.
We just started doing the weight training on Friday and Monday. Friday was lower body and Monday was upper body. I have a bit to learn with the upper body as I ended up over doing it. So my arms are rather sore when I extend them out all the way. But I learned my lesson and I will be doing smaller weights as appose to the 30 pounds I was doing on Monday. I haven't really lost weight.. but I have lost some inches. So I think I am gaining muscle. Not really sure, but it makes me feel good and that is important.
Though, I won't lie, I do hope I actually lose some weight! I have been a big person most of my life and I have always hated it. I was the kid in school being teased about being a big girl. Last kid picked on teams in kickball or second to the last depending on who was playing. Last person to finish the mile in gym as a child. One time, I wasn't.. I was so happy that day! LOL. Oh Gods, in high school.. I was the one with " a pretty face" or " A good friend". ::groans:: I won't even tell you how many times I was told that I was just a friend.. which means in high school boy speak " You are not pretty enough to be my girlfriend" or the " You're not my type" Which means, you are fat. I have heard them all!
Most of the time, I had my nose in a book so that it didn't seem so bad. I could live in that fantasy world for a while.. at least until the book ended. High school wasn't my happiest of times anyway with my father dying and my mother shutting down and pushing everyone away and my sisters pretty much cutting me out of their lives. I was never allowed to go anywhere unless I gave her a weeks notice and even then it was iffy. Actually.. that last part still happened into my early 20's until I finally couldn't take it anymore and moved out.
Anyway, I got off topic. Now that I am going to the gym three times a week, I feel like I am actually doing something about it. Not just whining and moaning that I want to be thinner... Like I have most of my life. I know it is going to take a while to get to where I want to be with my body, but I am okay with that. I am not going to let it get me down that the pounds are not melting away. I haven't even been going for a full month yet and I have gone down a bra size. So that tells me that at least it is working, if slowly.
Okay.. this was a longer post then I was planning. But that is okay. Happy Turkey day Tomorrow to those who celebrate it. Will update again soon.
We just started doing the weight training on Friday and Monday. Friday was lower body and Monday was upper body. I have a bit to learn with the upper body as I ended up over doing it. So my arms are rather sore when I extend them out all the way. But I learned my lesson and I will be doing smaller weights as appose to the 30 pounds I was doing on Monday. I haven't really lost weight.. but I have lost some inches. So I think I am gaining muscle. Not really sure, but it makes me feel good and that is important.
Though, I won't lie, I do hope I actually lose some weight! I have been a big person most of my life and I have always hated it. I was the kid in school being teased about being a big girl. Last kid picked on teams in kickball or second to the last depending on who was playing. Last person to finish the mile in gym as a child. One time, I wasn't.. I was so happy that day! LOL. Oh Gods, in high school.. I was the one with " a pretty face" or " A good friend". ::groans:: I won't even tell you how many times I was told that I was just a friend.. which means in high school boy speak " You are not pretty enough to be my girlfriend" or the " You're not my type" Which means, you are fat. I have heard them all!
Most of the time, I had my nose in a book so that it didn't seem so bad. I could live in that fantasy world for a while.. at least until the book ended. High school wasn't my happiest of times anyway with my father dying and my mother shutting down and pushing everyone away and my sisters pretty much cutting me out of their lives. I was never allowed to go anywhere unless I gave her a weeks notice and even then it was iffy. Actually.. that last part still happened into my early 20's until I finally couldn't take it anymore and moved out.
Anyway, I got off topic. Now that I am going to the gym three times a week, I feel like I am actually doing something about it. Not just whining and moaning that I want to be thinner... Like I have most of my life. I know it is going to take a while to get to where I want to be with my body, but I am okay with that. I am not going to let it get me down that the pounds are not melting away. I haven't even been going for a full month yet and I have gone down a bra size. So that tells me that at least it is working, if slowly.
Okay.. this was a longer post then I was planning. But that is okay. Happy Turkey day Tomorrow to those who celebrate it. Will update again soon.