This place where my head is would be such a nice place to be if only I had nothing to do or anyone to take care of.
It's funny because I can conquer at the posh club, it takes no brain power at all to climb stairs (or ride the beloved expresso bike (once I remember to wear my bike shorts) or lift what NEWT hands me to lift, but after the gym, if only I could just sit on a nice sunny park bench and toss crumbs to the pigeons I'd be completely satisfied.
So, there is bad news from the posh club. NEWT is leaving me. He's leaving period. He is going back to school to get a PhD in Physical Therapy (I think- definitely a PhD- just not sure what in- something exercise-ish. See photo above for explanation of empty headedness) NEWT thinks that the stretcher would be a good choice for me for my next trainer, but the stretcher told me today that NEWT is sending all of his clients to him, so I just think that NEWT likes the ways of the stretcher. Deep sigh of "shit not again!" I still have NEWT until May, so I'm not going to freak out. The next weight loss contest starts up on 4/5 and I'll have two trainer sessions a week until the end of May through the contest. By the time June rolls around and all I can think about is getting to utopia for the summer I'll still be in good shape. I can figure it out next fall. In the mean time, I might just study up the archives of Greta. She's done it all (diet and exercise) with tons of research, which she shares (with links!), and no trainer. What a woman!
Every week when I see NEWT he asks me some questions. One question is always "How was your food for the week?" And all along I've said it was pretty good, but I have fallen off the wagon lately, and last week NEWT said in a real casual way that since I am working so hard int he gym it would be a shame to overeat and undo the hard work. Yeah, I know. Kind of a DUH, you know? When I am behaving myself with food it seems to glaringly obvious. When I am not behaving it seems like a dream. So today? Back on the wagon. No more ice pops, no more sugary fake gluten free crap, no more anything that isn't totally healthy. I'm good so far.
I'm going to have to find a way to get it mentally together tomorrow. As soon as I post here, I am going to start making a list of all the little things I haven't been able to do when I was doing what ever it was that I was doing when I wasn't sitting on a park bench feeding the pigeons (but totally could have been.)
And finally, if you live in the (best) tri-state area, did you happen to notice that during the Biggest Loser on tv last night on TV all the promos for the 11 o'clock news said some kind of crap about exercise being useless for weight loss? WTH NBC? Let me live the dream! STFU!
Wooo. Guess that got under my skin.
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