Today was the second day of this five week period of nursing classes. For those of you who do not know me in real life, I am a first year nursing student. The school that I go to does their program in five week sections, so I have three "classes" in one semester. This means I am doing the same amount of work in one five week section as a student in a four year program does in their one semester. Doesn't exactly seem fair, eh? Oh well.
Anyway, so second day of class. Yesterday was the first, and my husband had to work, so I made the decision to wake up at 0400 to go to the gym. I was so tired when I got there that the entire workout was just half-ass. Burned about 250 calories in 45 minutes. Not bad, but not great.
Today, even though I tried, I just could not get out of the bed at 0400. So I got up at 5;30 and got the kids ready for school, then went to class myself. But class was only til noon, so I went right after class.
My treadmill was taken, but my sheer rage that came up was quickly soothed by the friendly man who was working out with me. He actually lives in the same building as I do, just on the third floor. I've seen him around, but never had the chance to really talk to him. We had a wonderful half hour of conversation while I killed myself on the e-is-for-extreme-lliptical. We discussed the weather, how much I miss New Hampshire, my kids, my school, what he did for a living before being retired, politics...it was nice to have a workout buddy. He even praised me for my workout skillz.
I love this man.
So anyway, after my new buddy finished his workout, I hit the weights (figuratively) and grunted over my now 20 reps instead of 10. I am upping the ante, as they say. 20 pounds at 20 reps for all my arm exercises, 70 pounds at 20 reps for my legs (people always comment on my fantastic calves. not exactly what I would like to be complimented on, but I'll take what I can get).
After the weights, I went to the treadmill. The treadmill and I have a love-hate relationship. I love the way I feel after I work out. I'm energized, I feel like I can take on the world, and I see the calories shedding away via that little kcal counter. However, I feel like my knees are going to fall off, that my ass might begin flapping in the wind, and when I look down I can see my thighs jiggling if I'm wearing shorts. I suppose that I just choose to look at the positive and try not to peek down at my thunder thighs.
So I get on there, and I'm doing a warm up, get bored with the 2 mph walk, bump it up to 4 mph, then get bored with that and start a jog. I don't know what mph I was running, I was too busy trying not to fall and remembering how my father taught me to breathe (in-in, out-out) that I wasn't focused on that. But I'm listening to Taio Cruz's "Break Your Heart", The Veronica's Untouched, and Joan Jett's Bad Reputation and I'm running like my head is on fire and my ass is catching. Finally I look down and I see that I've done a mile...IN LESS THAN TWELVE MINUTES!!
Commence celebration. I'll wait while you do the "Beckie Happy Dance".
Granted, it was a 11:54 mile, but that's the fastest I've ever done a mile! Finally, it seems all this hard work is paying off. I did however, have a mocha frappe and a cinnamon melt with my best friend before class this morning, but I am trying to avoid the feelings of guilt I have over that.
Life is good.
Showing posts with label evil elliptical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label evil elliptical. Show all posts
24 September 2010
13 September 2010
In Which I Forget To Blog
Okay, so...i fail epically because i just forget that i have blogs. i go into them thinking...YES! a new thing to do, i'm so excited, let's play, blah blah blah. I had a shit load of stuff go on last week blah blah blah...but hopefully I'm back.
Well, kind of back, because I died a little today. Want to know why?
Yeah, a friend of mine sent me this picture wishing me luck on a test. Thanks to this, I promptly forgot everything I was doing...which at the time was not a good thing, seeing as how I was at the time cooking low-fat, low cal cookies. They burned because I was still sitting at my desktop drooling. I managed to save the next batch, but once I tasted them I realized that I shouldn't mourn the first batch. They were god-awful.
Sooo, my diet. It's going well. It's been five and a half weeks, and I'm down to 182 pounds, so that's 19 pounds from where I started. That's impressive. I've been pretty good about the gym, I think I might have missed one day? Two? And I'm stepping it up, both literally and psychologically. I bumped the evil-liptical to level 16 out of 25. For like...seven whole minutes. I got home an hour ago and I'm still trying to catch my breath. I thought my legs were going to fall off when I stepped off the machine. I stumbled around like a drunken monkey for a full minute, trying to get all the blood back to where it should be.
Thank God no one else was at the gym. I was able to gather my sweat while watching Grey's Anatomy in peace. I'd missed like the last season and a half of Grey's so as I'm grunting in exertion at my badass level of the elipti-satan, I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. AND...I also realized that TayLau would make an excellent Doogie Howser-like doctor on Grey's. I should have my people call his people.If I had people, they could call his, anyway.
Well, kind of back, because I died a little today. Want to know why?
Yeah, a friend of mine sent me this picture wishing me luck on a test. Thanks to this, I promptly forgot everything I was doing...which at the time was not a good thing, seeing as how I was at the time cooking low-fat, low cal cookies. They burned because I was still sitting at my desktop drooling. I managed to save the next batch, but once I tasted them I realized that I shouldn't mourn the first batch. They were god-awful.
Sooo, my diet. It's going well. It's been five and a half weeks, and I'm down to 182 pounds, so that's 19 pounds from where I started. That's impressive. I've been pretty good about the gym, I think I might have missed one day? Two? And I'm stepping it up, both literally and psychologically. I bumped the evil-liptical to level 16 out of 25. For like...seven whole minutes. I got home an hour ago and I'm still trying to catch my breath. I thought my legs were going to fall off when I stepped off the machine. I stumbled around like a drunken monkey for a full minute, trying to get all the blood back to where it should be.
Thank God no one else was at the gym. I was able to gather my sweat while watching Grey's Anatomy in peace. I'd missed like the last season and a half of Grey's so as I'm grunting in exertion at my badass level of the elipti-satan, I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. AND...I also realized that TayLau would make an excellent Doogie Howser-like doctor on Grey's. I should have my people call his people.If I had people, they could call his, anyway.
22 August 2010
In Which All My Muscles Explode
Anyway, so nothing really interesting happened today. I had class, and was pleased that I was able to stay awake even without chugging two mountain dews and eating a milky way. WOOT. Once I got home, it was pure insanity at the Young house until 8 pm, bedtime for the kids.
I hadn't gotten a chance to exercise, so Dan "watched" the sleeping kiddos while I went to the gym. And this time, I went sans sweatband simply because well, let's just say wearing a band that holds your sweat over your forehead doesn't exactly make you Penny Popular among the skinnies who don't sweat. Stupid whores.
So yeah, no sweatband. I'm not really sure which is better, being uncool and not having sweat in your eyes or having the sweat pour down your face and blind you. Anyway, I get on the elliptical and I'm done fooling around. I cranked that fucker up to level 12...halfway to the maximum of 25. Okay, the low side of halfway, and I had to turn it down to level 9 for about 7 minutes so I wouldn't die from a myocardial infarction, BUT...I did it for 35 minutes before turning to the other gym equipment for the first time.
My thighs are burning. My arms are groaning in protest. My abs are like, whoa...did something just happen to us? I think every one of my 656 muscles are in shock.
I hadn't gotten a chance to exercise, so Dan "watched" the sleeping kiddos while I went to the gym. And this time, I went sans sweatband simply because well, let's just say wearing a band that holds your sweat over your forehead doesn't exactly make you Penny Popular among the skinnies who don't sweat. Stupid whores.
So yeah, no sweatband. I'm not really sure which is better, being uncool and not having sweat in your eyes or having the sweat pour down your face and blind you. Anyway, I get on the elliptical and I'm done fooling around. I cranked that fucker up to level 12...halfway to the maximum of 25. Okay, the low side of halfway, and I had to turn it down to level 9 for about 7 minutes so I wouldn't die from a myocardial infarction, BUT...I did it for 35 minutes before turning to the other gym equipment for the first time.
My thighs are burning. My arms are groaning in protest. My abs are like, whoa...did something just happen to us? I think every one of my 656 muscles are in shock.
16 August 2010
In Which I Have A Wardrobe Malfunction
I love my daughter. Can I just say that? She's amazing, even though she is the reason I got fat in the first place. Though I'm not really sure if I can blame an 85 pound weight gain on a 10 pound baby.
Lindsey recently came home from New Hampshire where she was visiting family, so I told her we'd have a special day for her, where she could pick what we did and what we ate. My evil daughter chose to have taco salad and Mommy's super secret special sugar cookies. Taco salad: the only kind of salad that could have 1300 calories on one plate and my cookies, which are made with two sticks of butter and smothered in buttercream frosting. FML.
So, I asked myself, WWTLD? (remember, what would Taylor Lautner do?) and I had a salad, one soft shelled taco made with ground turkey instead of beef and an apple frosted with peanut butter. WOOT.
Okay, so there is one thing I learned today. There are two words that do not belong in a gym full of people.
Wardrobe malfunction.
So, after I fed my children the cookies and effectively hyped up the two kids with ridiculous amounts of sugar, I left them bouncing off the walls under the supervision of their father and went to the gym. I had to bring clothes to change into, and I felt comfortable enough to wear shorts today. I'm not really sure if it was the 4 pounds of water weight I've taken off, or the fact that my other workout clothes were dirty and I was too lazy to wash clothes last night.
Anyway. So, I go into the bathroom and change, then hop onto the elliptical that isn't so evil anymore. We're coming to a kind of agreement, the elliptical and I. So, I've got my buds in, I'm rocking out to the Black Eyed Peas when this lady taps me on the arm. I pull out a bud and look at her, and she says quietly to me,
"Ma,am, your shorts are caught in your underpants. Your bottom is hanging out."
OMG. Instant red. I mumbled something as I adjusted myself, and after i finished my workout, I got out of there as quickly as I could.
Note to self: Never go to the gym at 1:00 ever again. I won't be able to show my face. Or my ass cheek.
Lindsey recently came home from New Hampshire where she was visiting family, so I told her we'd have a special day for her, where she could pick what we did and what we ate. My evil daughter chose to have taco salad and Mommy's super secret special sugar cookies. Taco salad: the only kind of salad that could have 1300 calories on one plate and my cookies, which are made with two sticks of butter and smothered in buttercream frosting. FML.
So, I asked myself, WWTLD? (remember, what would Taylor Lautner do?) and I had a salad, one soft shelled taco made with ground turkey instead of beef and an apple frosted with peanut butter. WOOT.
Okay, so there is one thing I learned today. There are two words that do not belong in a gym full of people.
Wardrobe malfunction.
So, after I fed my children the cookies and effectively hyped up the two kids with ridiculous amounts of sugar, I left them bouncing off the walls under the supervision of their father and went to the gym. I had to bring clothes to change into, and I felt comfortable enough to wear shorts today. I'm not really sure if it was the 4 pounds of water weight I've taken off, or the fact that my other workout clothes were dirty and I was too lazy to wash clothes last night.
Anyway. So, I go into the bathroom and change, then hop onto the elliptical that isn't so evil anymore. We're coming to a kind of agreement, the elliptical and I. So, I've got my buds in, I'm rocking out to the Black Eyed Peas when this lady taps me on the arm. I pull out a bud and look at her, and she says quietly to me,
"Ma,am, your shorts are caught in your underpants. Your bottom is hanging out."
OMG. Instant red. I mumbled something as I adjusted myself, and after i finished my workout, I got out of there as quickly as I could.
Note to self: Never go to the gym at 1:00 ever again. I won't be able to show my face. Or my ass cheek.
12 August 2010
In Which the Elliptical Kills Me
SlimFast has been purchased. Celery stalks have been washed and precut. Gallons of water are ready for the drinking. I went to the gym at my apartment complex and stood my tech-tarded ass there for about five minutes, overwhelmed by the machines and all their buttons. After giving myself a mental peptalk, I made myself put on my size 5 (all right, all right, my size 7) big girl panties and stepped on the “low impact” elliptical.
“Start moving for Quick Start,” it said. More like “Start moving to commence death.” About 3 minutes in I wondered why exactly I was doing this, because no sane person would put herself through this. Decided “screw this” and flipped open my cell for the Wok and Roll Chinese takeout that is my speed dial 7, wondering if I could time I just right to arrive home as the food arrived. As I flipped open the phone, I rested my eyes on a picture of a certain half-naked eighteen year old that I have as my wallpaper background. This induced fantasies involving said eighteen year old and I lost myself for a moment, causing myself to fall off the satanic elliptical.
I regained my composure, set the machine to an acceptable setting and went on. Sweat poured down my determined face, pit stains marked my shirt, but I continued on, until my thighs had created so much friction that a small fire had started in the crotch of my pants. As I put the fire out with my Life is Good water bottle and took a swig of the remaining aqua, I checked my workout summary, pleased to see I had endured 30 minutes of fat burning and heart attack inducing exercise.
Headed home to shower off, was tempted by unsupportive husband by the three evils Cs: Chinese, Chocolate and Chicken Fried Chicken. Was able to overcome temptation, so all in all, I chalked the day up to a success.
“Start moving for Quick Start,” it said. More like “Start moving to commence death.” About 3 minutes in I wondered why exactly I was doing this, because no sane person would put herself through this. Decided “screw this” and flipped open my cell for the Wok and Roll Chinese takeout that is my speed dial 7, wondering if I could time I just right to arrive home as the food arrived. As I flipped open the phone, I rested my eyes on a picture of a certain half-naked eighteen year old that I have as my wallpaper background. This induced fantasies involving said eighteen year old and I lost myself for a moment, causing myself to fall off the satanic elliptical.
I regained my composure, set the machine to an acceptable setting and went on. Sweat poured down my determined face, pit stains marked my shirt, but I continued on, until my thighs had created so much friction that a small fire had started in the crotch of my pants. As I put the fire out with my Life is Good water bottle and took a swig of the remaining aqua, I checked my workout summary, pleased to see I had endured 30 minutes of fat burning and heart attack inducing exercise.
Headed home to shower off, was tempted by unsupportive husband by the three evils Cs: Chinese, Chocolate and Chicken Fried Chicken. Was able to overcome temptation, so all in all, I chalked the day up to a success.
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