WORKOUTS: I have started a new temporary workout routine because I “won” a month of this bootcamp class. I put quotes around “won” because even though I did win the month in a silent auction, I found out that people can go to these classes for free if they have a recommendation from another member. I don’t mind that I paid for this month because it went to a really nice charity, but I think it’s funny that this company gives everyone a month free. ANYWAY, I’m participating in these classes on Monday and Wednesday evenings in a park that’s two blocks from my apartment, so it’s ultra convenient.
The instructor is this super hot, young guy who gives me a lot of special attention and that is really nice, but he is a horrible, HORRIBLE teacher! Like, he doesn’t know how to explain what we’re about to be doing. He creates these long, drawn-out scenarios that take 10 minutes of prime exercise time to get through this really confusing explanation. And I’m thinking to myself, am I the only person here who is just not getting it? I’ve come to the conclusion that nobody gets it, they are pretending to understand. Because when it comes time to execute his team exercises, they become giant clusterfucks.
Last night, he demonstrated some wacky thing with bands that required three people, and I just knew wasn’t going to work the way he was envisioning, so I questioned the method in front of the whole class, and he was like, you’re right - I’m going to change this! And he did…which was great, but made me feel uncomfortable that I was spouting out ideas that should be common sense. I wasn’t enjoying any of it until one of my team members started cheering me on, and I thought that was really nice and told myself to just chill out and try to get a good workout in.
I also found out at the end of yesterday’s class that the weeks are divided into categories and that this week was endurance and next week will be some kind of Tabata/HIIT workout week, which I know I will like, so I’ve decided to give it a chance. I’m absolutely sure that I’m the oldest person in this class, and that’s fine. I’m just going to roll with it.
The funniest thing about last night was that I took my time finishing up and the instructor (let’s call him Smokin’ Hot Johnny) came up to me and asked me if I was enjoying the class and I told him that I was going to hang in there. He told me that I was doing GREAT, but then added that “we could work on your diet a little bit” which has thrown me into a spiral of hating the fact that I can’t seem to get this tummy flat and those hips and butt under control.
WEIGHT/BODY: Man, you guys. I had dedicated this year to getting in awesome shape, and I have slacked in the last couple of months. I have enjoyed the free-flowing champagne and the excess at the brunch club and I must admit it hasn’t been JUST the brunch club where I’ve allowed myself to enjoy. I feel like during the work week I do okay - I’ve been cooking and bringing my lunches to work most of the time, but I find that if I’m not doing a STRICT diet, I have trouble. I quit the Weight Watchers plan because I got frustrated about paying every month and not making progress, and now I’m back on the free MyFitnessPal app, which is essentially the same thing…only free.
I find that when I tell myself - out loud - to have some self-control, then I can actually do it! It’s when I’m drinking and having a good time and enjoying life when I say eff this, I want a chimichanga! Kidding. I’ve never had a chimichanga in my life…it just sounded funny. However, I have actually said, “Eff this! I want NACHOS!”
How does one balance? It’s like the secret to life, right? How does anyone love eating veggies all the time and not drink and do all of the healthy things? It’s just not possible! I find myself having to make a choice between enjoying life and restricting myself. I guess that’s just the way life is. I know I’ve probably asked myself this question 14,532 times, but I can’t help it. Life is not meant to be easy, right?
Which is a perfect segue into…
MEN: They have it so fucking easy!
Of course, you know I’m kidding, but only somewhat.
So, the latest is, I’m pretty sure I’ve been blown off by Bachelor Party Marty. On Sunday we were supposed to take our dogs for a walk in the AM. I texted him pretty early for a Sunday because I thought we could go walking early before it got hot. But his text back to me was to tell me that there was a “family development” that required his immediate attention and that he’d let me know if anything changed. Apparently, nothing did because I haven’t heard squat from him since.
Then there’s JKD. But not really. It’s a long story and one that shall be made even longer as he’s gone for the whole month of July. He’s asked me out for August because he says he’ll be one more month further away from his divorce and that maybe I’ll be one step closer to giving him a chance. We’ll see if he’s changed any in a little over a month. We’ll see if he even remembers me! Little does he know that his Facebook tracking device is on and I can see that he’s actually NOT where he told me he was going (California), he’s actually in Las Vegas. Does a man around 50 ever just need to get some things out of his system, or is a man like this simply going to be like this forever? Perhaps time will tell?
That’s it for now and I’m pretty desperate for some new material.
Oh, the Opera Singer. But no. We’re FB friends and I love watching his life. He may be married, but he travels so much you’d never know it. The opera life is a pretty fascinating life.
And would you believe? I still miss the Bulldog. :( I think about this guy every single day. It’s so frustrating.
I have the blues tonight. Life’s not supposed to be this way. I’ll get over it.
OK. I’m tired. Is that enough of an update?
Love, GS
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