It's been a long time

It's been quite a long time. I have since let the gym membership lapse, so I won't be giving you the ridiculous experiences that occurred with my getting fit. 

No in fact I have gone to opposite direction. In the amount of time for studies to get my RN, and the unemployed factor, I never moved for about 1 year. Literally. 

But now life is on a whole new path and there is more to be done: I am working, maintaining a homestead for my parents, still in school but only part-time. I am not losing anything but I no longer feel like a couch barnacle. 

We shall see how this blogging thing keeps going. Wish all a good day and night and hope you wake up breathing in the morning. 

I feel you, I feel you

So now my "butt wings" hurt.

What are butt wings? They are the fleshy pads over the back of your hips below where "love handles" like to hang. In other words the base of the muffin below your "muffin top".

I have a new Gym Partner. Best one I could find (heehee) but seriously is in it for the sweat, pain, loss of function, and humiliation that I am.

Yesterday we tried a new machine I never braved before. No idea what it's called but it requires a very large amount of coordination for which I lack. You stand on two round steps and push back with an angle away from your body. Kind of like Roller-blading or the push off when starting down hill on skis.

The resistance, I found, adjusts itself depending on what your heart rate is if you're working on the "fat burn" workout. So I started out with a level 2, pretty hard. But that forced the heart rate to jump up to target level, as well as send my thighs on fire. When the resistance dropped down (up) to 7 my feet felt as though they had hit the floor and was near in splits as the foot pads extended outward and down. So I found myself doing steps out to the backward-side of my torso with enough area open between my ankles to fit 2 of my shoulder widths.

YEAH OUCH!

Didn't notice until after the muscles in my body started to deplete of the extra circulation from exercise that my butt wings were very tender. I have to attempt walking up and down my stairs with as straight and closed legs as I can in order to not collapse in the stair well and cry. So now it's even funnier to my husband to watch me move from one floor to the next.

New goal: obliterate the Butt Wings!!

I wish my camera batteries weren't dead

Clayton has now started laughing. It's getting harder to change his diaper even. At first it was only because he was doing the "frog leg" boogey that newborns do. Then he started to relax so I thought he was becoming the well behaved child for diaper duties. But now it's even harder to change his diaper without getting mess all over the place because when you touch his sides to unfasten the stupid thing his legs come up and arms go down against his sides. He's ticklish.

So now I play with him even more because he DOES something now. You get him doing the squeak toy laugh by lightly pressing your fingertips into his hip bones and sides.

As the title infers I would share a video of him doing this but the camera is dead.

Ahh feel good!

Finally got back into the gym. Worked my butt off. I did so much working out I must have sweat 5 pounds. 3 hours alone were spent running on the treadmill. Then free weights galore. Curls, thrusts, benches, squats, push ups, pull ups, crunches. Then soaked and sweated my poor muscles in the hot tub and sauna. Spent a good 2 1/2 hours in the sauna alone. I feel skinny refreshed and rejuvenated. I think I made a much bigger dent in my goaled weight loss today than any other month here at the gym check me out!...

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Yes I've changed. It's not really what I want but it was the only one that

A: would allow comments to be posted

B: not totally distort the look of the page

All I know is I am not touching this blog design until I have a Dummies manual on how to do it.

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No work outs this weekend. For one I was feeling the severe pain of my last workout to were my stomach muscles hurt just to pee. But I also fell under the control of the dreaded Spring Flu Bug. I have been laid up for three days now with the worst of head neck and body pain. Motrin won't touch this body. As well as a swollen throat and have now developed the lovely yellow goo seeping from the orifices in my head.

Seriously!?!?!

I'm trying to figure out the point of going to a gym all dressed up. Aren't you suppose to go for the benefit of a good sweaty workout?

I call them "Gym Cougars". No matter what their age they are in the gym only for the sole purpose of prancing around in their little bodies and even littler clothes to makes the rest of us normal people look like the ogres we feel like.

What good does it do me if I show up at the gym all done up and then try smiling at the hot guy next to me if I have sweat streaks down my makeup, running mascara into raccoon eyes, and hair plastering to the neck sweat that is slowly staining the front and back of my shirt?

It doesn't help and that's why these cougars don't work out at the gym.

They prance.

Don't get me wrong, if I had a body like them I would want to show it off too. But I would show it off tastefully and not just prance around the gym. Sure they may run a little on the treadmill but they spend most their time flirting around the free weights and don't lift a thing.

They even do the typical giggle then test the muscles of all the guys while they lift and then squeal about "how strong you are". LITERALLY

These are snipped pictures of the style of attire one girl in particular wears: Expert makeup with fake eyelashes, hair up in side messy bun, skin perfectly tanned w/o lines (her top reveals the lack of lines), camo pattern tweed cap turned ever so seductively to the side, a swanky top that could pass as bedroom attire, and the finale..... a freaking camo mini skirt. Not a golf skirt or skorts or other any article of clothing meant for the female to wear for working out. I'm surprised she wears sneakers and not stilettos.