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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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January 31, 2005

I love the gym permalink

Okay, so my gym isn't terribly cool, but I still love it. I walked into the pilates class with my favorite instructor who called out, 'hi Vicki!' Isn't that just the best start? Class was hard and really different than my evening classes, and today we used hand weights. I'm gonna hurt tomorrow!

Afterwards, the instructor asked me if I was interested in the Allegro, one of the pilates torture contraptions, and I said yes. So hopefully we will do a trial run on one next week and if I like it, I can do individual training with her. Which rocks. I am so excited!

I went upstairs and did some weightlifting: 60#, 6 chinups; 80#, 4 bench-presses; and various leg and hip machines at 80#, about 10 iterations. I did my balance ball bridge exercises, and my around-the-worlds. I weighed myself, and I weigh 233. I think that has to be wrong, but if only. That would make it three pounds and I would have made the 10 pounds by Austin. Which seems unlikely. Still, I hope against hope.

I felt like a new person. I felt like the person I had been on Sunday: relaxed, capable, happy.

I went and then bought a new pair of my old walking shoes. The woman minding the shop was a hoot, and was both manic and really helpful. I'm going to walk to work (hopefully) tomorrow in some old shoes, and then wander around the office in the new shoes, seeing how they do once my feet are swollen.

Once we got home this evening, I took Echo for a half-hour's walk. Big fun. Once he gets the pooping out of his system, he's a good little sprinter. Damn, this really turned out to be a great day!

Posted at January 31, 2005

Comments

Well damn, girl, that sounds like an excellent day at the gym. :) Weight is down and there's new (torture?) equipment in your future and dog is a runnin' and a poopin'! And new shoes! I love new shoes. I want more new shoes. Why do they always want money though? Can't they see how happy I am with the shoes?

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at January 31, 2005 8:09 PM