Pump it Up!

I feel like I'm on day 1,000 of a 5 day workout. Sadly, I'm only on day 2. How pathetic is that?! So, no boot camp this week. Yesterday we got a special edition Body Attack (thank you, Tracy). I wore shorts. I don't ever wear shorts. Like- I don't even wear them to bed. One time a couple years back I did, and Rainman got really sick late at night. I rushed to his house in my pajamas, and he was shocked that I had shorts on. Anyway, attack is hot- so I thought I'd try shorts. Nope. First, the room had mirrors (torture for the fat girl). Then there was the problem of sweating and trying to do a push-up...I didn't know my knees sweat, but they sure do. Although the shorts were "Chafe proof", my legs aren't. We still have a risk of them rubbing together, combusting and burning the place down. Back to pants we go.

Today I started Body Pump.

Warning: if you aren't a boot camper, but you were in pump today...I might make fun of you in the next two paragraphs.

Body Pump is a weight lifting component. I'm glad to be adding it because I'd like to tone as I lose weight. It sort of felt like the body- building part of a beauty pageant. But before I make fun of people, let me tell you that Melanie is my new hero. She set my stuff up for me, coached me and helped throughout the class. I'm forever indebted to her.

So, some of these folks were serious with their fingerless gloves on, special bar cushions and what-not. Others were drinking COFFEE before class. What?! Who drinks coffee in a workout room? People who didn't sweat or muss their hair even a bit. Then we had the outfits. Oh yes- the matchie-matchy was in full swing this morning. I mean, I'd like for my stuff not to clash, and I lay it out the night before to allow 5 extra minutes of sleep...but when your sports bra matches your headband matches your shoes?! Odd.

I am so sore. My arms hurt and I spent the day like a velociraptor. It felt so much better to keep my arms huddled close to the body. My legs hurt, my back hurts, and my knees hurt. I might have done a bagillion squats. I can hardly sit and stand without looking like I'm nineteen months pregnant with quintuplets.

It's small steps. Literally. I was hoping to get down the stairs, then to reach for the steering wheel. 14 hours later, I'm hoping I can crawl into bed.

Tomorrow is another dose of Attack, followed by the final weigh-in and measurements. I'm so ready to get it over with. I had a salad for lunch, eggs with whole wheat toast for dinner. I ate watermelon because it is supposed to help with water weight. The only thing that I can do now is catch food poisoning. The tapeworm I bought is on back order.

I can't decide how to celebrate, but I'm thinking I might treat myself a little :) if anyone sees me passed out on Hwy 31 tomorrow, I've ransacked Fultondale Bakery.

Oh- and my blog wouldn't be mine if we didn't talk boobs. So- a word to you exercise folks out there. Please dress them appropriately. Don't underdress them so you get a black eye during high knees. Don't wear your favorite Victoria's Secret bra because it perks them up. We're working out. A sports bra is the way to go. Sure, I might overdo it with a sports bra and a tank with a built in bra, but I don't want to look like you people.

Finally, a blog secret for my readers. Don't tell anyone else this.... Ive missed sHELLey. I haven't had her fuss at me in over a week, and I'm sort of lost. In fact, if I gain weight tomorrow- we will all blame her ;) It will be nice to have her teaching me. I don't do change well, and I've tried 3 different teaches in a week!! I learn something different from all of them, but you also respond differently to them. Sssssshhhhh!