I Have Deep Thoughts…

…at the gym. I always have these marvelous thoughts at the gym. How I’m going to better my life and the world around me. Then I get home, shower, and as the sweat circles the drain so goes my amazing revelations. I feel like Pooh Bear tapping the side of my head deep in thought as I write this. “Thinking…Thinking…” Those thoughts are gone. I guess that’s just another reason to go back to the gym. Those thoughts might still be there. Probably some place between the elliptical and free weights.


November 8, 2011. Tags: , , . exercise, revelation. 1 comment.

Cruise Ship Gym/I Wanna Look Like This at That Age…

…and rock it like Helen Mirren does. So while I was on my little vacation to the cold and fascinating I decided to work out at the ships gym on our first sea day. This being said let me give some very important details.
1. I’m not what you would call a fitness enthusiast.
2. We had just missed a pretty nasty east coast storm that left the sea a little…shall we say…uneasy?
3. My balance is not so good.
4. The median age on our fellow cruise passengers was 65. The MEDIAN AGE!
Okay, so now you have the facts. So I wake up and get ready. All pumped that I’ll be able to work out and look out into the vast blue of the Atlantic. Little did I know…I would be surrounded by old people. Old people that were in WAY better shape than me. So I think, “whatever, I’ll never see these people again.” So I climb onto the elliptical, my weapon of choice, and proceed to get my fitness on. About 15 minutes in, as usual, sweat begins to make my face shine and I begin to question my sanity. I could be in bed. I could be at the buffet. Instead, I’m trying to work out and stay on this stupid machine like my life depends on it. We were really starting to rock back and forth. I attribute it to getting very drunk and walking home, not safe and everyone stares…
So I’ve got the Vulcan grip on my arm swingy things and trying to pace myself when I look over at the treadmills. There are like a million Helen Mirran’s running, RUNNING, on the treadmills like it’s on flat land and they’ve been doing this everyday of their lives! Who are these people? Sea wives?
So I finish up and roll out a mat to stretch myself out. I’m a good little girl and always remember to stretch. So I’m about to sit on said mat when, wham, we hit a swell. I pitch forward and land on my hands and knees. I’m graceful like a ballerina, can’t you tell? So I hastily steady myself and begin the breathing and stretching and hope nobody notices. Riiighhttt. A Russian goddess from the dance team who is part of our on ship entertainment is sending me sympathetic looks. Well no thank you! So I finish up and head out feeling a little out of sorts and clumsy. Oh well, I got ready in my room then promptly headed to the buffet. What? I was on vacation!

October 14, 2010. Tags: , , , . admiration, blog, cold, Dance, Doubt, exercise, Food, Imperfect, Stairstepper, treadmill, Uncategorized, wishes, Woman. Leave a comment.

All of a Sudden I was Surrounded by Spandex and Boobs…

So last night at the gym I was pumping away on the elliptical, listening to Blink 182 (yeah yeah I know…) when I suddenly came out of a fog of work out resentment to find myself (dun-dun-dun…) surrounded by little girls in spandex! I am not what you would call a big girl, but I am in no way considered a little girl. I love my curves and the “meat on my bones” but I do have my insecurities. These were beautiful sculpted women! One of which had boobs to die for. Ladies I know you know what I’m talking about. We all check out other girls. It’s what we do. News flash guys, we appreciate a nice rack like all of you!
Anyway, I found myself even more motivated then I was before. Gone was the resentment being at the gym while Boyfriend was home all alone. I was transformed into Motivation Girl! I wanted to tighten up and loose that offensive little paunch that sticks out when I bend down, sit down, or well do anything at the moment…
I wanted to be this radiating beauty that these healthy young ladies were representative of. I want to join your club! The club where healthy women hang out and feel strong and empowered while embracing their differences. (la la land perhaps?) Whatever! Jump me into your gang!
So instead of letting my insecurities get the better of me I rechanneled them to my benefit. I’ll be back at the YMCA this evening equally as motivated as my veteran workout guru’s!

September 15, 2010. Tags: , , . admiration, blog, boyfriend, diet, exercise, Fat, Imperfect, revelation, satisfaction, Uncategorized. 1 comment.