Time line to date:
January 3, 2011 - We joined 24 Hour Fitness. The sales rep asked me if I had any questions - I told him I had never been in a gym before in my life. He looked at me like I was some absolute freak of nature before casually mentioning his college years spent playing baseball and trying to sell me some personal training. I declined.
January 24, 2011 - Started weight watchers at work. The first step is admitting you have a problem - a 231 lb problem.
February 3, 2011 - Still working out 3-4 times a week - maybe the resolution will stick. Saw a guy on an elliptical playing scrabble on an iPad while "exercising." So far, he is my biggest example of they type of gym goer I really don't want to be.
March 1, 2011 - Still working out 3-4 times a week - signed the kids up for the unlimited day care so we can take them with us.
Today's work out: 30 minutes on the treadmill at 4.0, 5-6 one to two minute runs at 5.2. A few crunches on the fitness ball. Two sets of 30 medicine ball twists.
First of all, I can't believe I put my ghastly, nasty, gross weight up there for the world to see. Being over 200 lbs is pretty much my biggest shame. But, today, in the locker room, I saw a woman who was probably 250 lbs, naked and wet, toweling herself off. I realized my 200 lb problem could still be worse. I tried to burn the image into my mind indelibly so if I ever think of eating mayonaise again, I will instead get totally nauseous. Yes - over hanging belly paunch and huge pubis must equal mayonaise - not so appetizing anymore, eh?
Goal Time!
1. Do 2.0 miles on the cross-ramp, that evil combo machine where an elliptical had a baby with a stair master and they gave birth to some sort of demonic tread-cycle.
2. Run for five minutes straight. Right now I can do two. And it's HARD! Let's not ask for miracles.
3. Get under 200 lbs. Then everything will be puppies and rainbow and sweetness and light, I'm sure.
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