Back to life, back to the gym
Finally, after having no gym access for a full year, we are back to the gym!! We saved money by switching cable carriers, and by the pure unknown benefit of being employed at my company, I got a corporate discount that actually brings us ahead. Weird, we now have more cable channels, higher cable internet speed, and a gym membership, all for less than we were paying before. Score us!!
Our first class was a stationary rowing class. It kicked ass! Fun class, cool music, an entertaining instructor, who BTW, actually trains the UW rowing team and 45 mins later, we feel used, in a good way. It has been ages since I have sweat like that and it just feels amazing.
I'm fine with the fact I am not a size 2. I have never been a size 2, my smallest was a size 3. I do not mind this, this has been due to shapely hips and larger than average breasts. When I am fit and feeling the best about myself physically, I am around a size 7/8. I like myself at that size. Fit, curvy, and muscular. I am presently a couple of sizes bigger than that. That does not make me feel good, physically more than mentally. I am blessed with a husband and lover who like curves. I like them too, I just do not like how the extra weight makes me feel. I move better about a good 30 lbs thinner. Plus with the lupus, being a bit thinner is better for my joints.
Did I also happen to mention I am a bit competitive? It was funny, working out next to my husband to find that one of my strengths is rowing. I kept up the same pace throughout class. In fact, to hear him recall it, I actually kept a higher pace for some of the class than he did. Funny.
I am jokingly attributing this to the fact I am on steroids for my disease. It does crappy things to me, like steal my sleep, and make me feel bitchy and irritable, but it does increase my stamina and make my competitive side come out with a vengence. It also makes me a banshee in bed. After 4 times on Friday night, 2 times on Saturday, and 1 time on Sunday, I have a tired but happy boy on my hands. I cannot complain myself. Course, I knew he would be a dead boy with the outfit I brought home on friday, a black, long corset, that accentuated the breasts and hips, and had a peek a boo cut out for the butt......he didn't stand a chance.
All in all the energy for 2010 feels more positive. It feels more relaxed, or perhaps more under control. I am digging on this year. Great sex, great friends, money savings that includes a gym membership, health for my family and friends. Yeah, I am still struggling with my health, but at least I recently found out that I will not have to buy a kidney on the black market afterall. A great start to the year by any account.
Our first class was a stationary rowing class. It kicked ass! Fun class, cool music, an entertaining instructor, who BTW, actually trains the UW rowing team and 45 mins later, we feel used, in a good way. It has been ages since I have sweat like that and it just feels amazing.
I'm fine with the fact I am not a size 2. I have never been a size 2, my smallest was a size 3. I do not mind this, this has been due to shapely hips and larger than average breasts. When I am fit and feeling the best about myself physically, I am around a size 7/8. I like myself at that size. Fit, curvy, and muscular. I am presently a couple of sizes bigger than that. That does not make me feel good, physically more than mentally. I am blessed with a husband and lover who like curves. I like them too, I just do not like how the extra weight makes me feel. I move better about a good 30 lbs thinner. Plus with the lupus, being a bit thinner is better for my joints.
Did I also happen to mention I am a bit competitive? It was funny, working out next to my husband to find that one of my strengths is rowing. I kept up the same pace throughout class. In fact, to hear him recall it, I actually kept a higher pace for some of the class than he did. Funny.
I am jokingly attributing this to the fact I am on steroids for my disease. It does crappy things to me, like steal my sleep, and make me feel bitchy and irritable, but it does increase my stamina and make my competitive side come out with a vengence. It also makes me a banshee in bed. After 4 times on Friday night, 2 times on Saturday, and 1 time on Sunday, I have a tired but happy boy on my hands. I cannot complain myself. Course, I knew he would be a dead boy with the outfit I brought home on friday, a black, long corset, that accentuated the breasts and hips, and had a peek a boo cut out for the butt......he didn't stand a chance.
All in all the energy for 2010 feels more positive. It feels more relaxed, or perhaps more under control. I am digging on this year. Great sex, great friends, money savings that includes a gym membership, health for my family and friends. Yeah, I am still struggling with my health, but at least I recently found out that I will not have to buy a kidney on the black market afterall. A great start to the year by any account.