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Tuesday, February 02, 2010
A PEP TALK TO ME
I have a dream.
And in that dream I am a healthy size 8.
Fine. 12 then.
I joined The Biggest Loser - Friend's Edition in January.
The incentive is supposed to be the $500++ dollars I can win if I succeed.
The truth is, though, my ass hanging off the sides of my spin class bike are just revolting enough to keep me going.
And that same ass, that seriously slams down via gravity a split second after my feet hit the treads, which has caused me to lose my rhythm more than once, is also helping. Because it doesn't jar me like it used to. Oh what a feeling!
The very, very round face, with second chin? Yup. That's working it too. (Although that face won't stop eating the good stuff, albeit in smaller portions with much more good-for-me food thrown in! Yay me!)
I've only lost about 7 pounds. Which is great I suppose.
But this contest works by percentage, and let me tell you, that 7 pounds doesn't count for much there.
I think I am losing some inches though. Thank God.
I had to keep pulling my pants up the other day. It. Felt. Great!
I am currently running (other people would consider it a moderate walk, but me? Full out run, people!) three times per week, following The Running Room's 5K plan. Right now I am at run 10 minutes, walk one minute, twice, then run another three minutes. The goal is to work my way up to three 10 and 1's. And then head outside when it's warm where it's going to be even harder without the momentum of the treadmill, and the thought of the humiliation of falling off, to keep me going.
I take spin classes three times per week. I LOVE spin classes. Love them. Once upon a time, in my way-back-when fit days, I considered instructing spin classes, and may still take it on at some point when my lungs can take it.
I am playing soccer twice weekly. But there are only a few weeks left of this.
I am training, if you can call it that, to participate in a dualthon in April.
Run 2.5K, bike 10K, run 2.5K.
But bury me in a tank top and short shorts, because I WILL LOOK GOOD AGAIN!
I will Damnit!!
Amen to that!