I’m still exercising and tracking my eating very closely.
The negative to getting started is that you are so focused on eating, that all you can think about is eating! I think about preparing food ALL.THE.TIME.
I’ve met my “at least three days a week” exercise goal, although it has been hard settling on a “normal” exercise schedule. I’ve really liked going to the gym.
I go to the Central City Rec Center… they have a lot going on there, and they have an open gym that is often in use. Did you know there is nothing cuter than 6 yr old Jr. Jazz players? Seriously, they get boys vs. girls games going and I nearly cry just walking through there. So. Stinking. Cute. Sometimes you see just a couple boys in there throwing around the ball. The smells! The squeaking of sneakers on polished wood! Talk about a blast from the past.
Fond memories of hanging with my dad and Amber Smith in those early gym days come to mind. How we laughed and how silly we must have looked/been. I probably spent a lot of time trying to steal the ball from Amber and then trying to smash into her, undoubtedly being thrown to the ground every time. Amber… you giggled no matter which of those I was trying to do, and continued to laugh even if I did the same after leaving the gym.
Maybe that explains why I can hardly get through the gym without tearing up. I have to get through the gym to change clothes, so most of my workout sessions begin under a strange emotional tone.
Luckily there is usually at least one weird thing going on in the fitness room to make me giggle. I prefer men talking to weight sets. I dislike angsty looking overweight teenage boys with glasses moping around the machines. “It gets better. People love you.” I try to say to them telepathically. I know they don’t hear me.
I am feeling stronger, and I have lost 3 or 4 pounds. Not enough to make me look any better, but enough to help me feel like I’m doing something.
Luckily after passing through the gym again on my way out, I also have to walk past the free school lunch/dinner program, the ESL classes, the computer classes. The moisture from my previous emotions now mostly left smeared throughout the weight room, my perspective is lighter on this side of the workout - I consider volunteering; making a difference.
What great memories!! We were the “Stockton to Malone” girls for sure ; ). I still remember practicing the “pick n’ roll” over and over again with your dad. You wouldn’t think that is such a hard move, but I am coaching the girls in my ward right now and they can’t seem to figure it out. Those really are great memories and I just love your dad – tell him “Hi” for me next time you talk to him.
So, I have seriously been trying to get motivated to lose weight by reading your blog, but it just isn’t happening. I am hoping to have a fresh start on Monday – wish me luck. This is definitely my “fat” time of year ; )>