Remember me? Yeah, I’m not dead or anything. I’ve just been too busy or lazy or uninspired to write in the last few weeks. Depends on the day. Since I’m sitting here, waiting for client feedback (which will, undoubtedly, be enlightening and world-changing *cough*), I figured I’d take a few minutes to check in with the blogosphere. I’ve also sucked at commenting lately, too, so sorry about that.
I took a week off from working out and dieting, which was great for lots of reasons. First, it showed me that I really miss how I feel after a good workout. I may have a hard time motivating myself some days to go downstairs and punch, kick and swear myself into fitness glory, but when I don’t do it, I physically feel the difference. My jiggle is jigglier, my cottage cheese is cheesier, my arms wave goodbye even longer than usual…and my energy is down. I also feel it emotionally and mentally. I’m weepier, more sensitive, crabbier and altogether far less pleasant to be around. Sorry, T.
I’ve also been a bit discouraged that I’m not losing any sort of big numbers, but when shopping yesterday, I tried on a pair of size 10 jeans that weren’t the brand that runs a bit big – and they FIT. I didn’t buy them because it seems like there’s a big length difference between a 12 and a 10 and I hate looking like I survived a flood, but I have $20 Kohl’s Cash and I think they might come in long…we shall see. They were really awesome jeans. Or maybe they just made me feel really awesome, but actually, what’s the difference? If I feel awesome, people will totally believe that I am, in fact, awesome. Right?
Anyway, even knowing the difference between when I work out and when I don’t, I’ve still been majorly pressed for time in the last week and haven’t been able to motivate myself to find the extra time to work out every single day…I think I only covered Sunday, Monday and Saturday of last week, with a short dog walk on Tuesday. Part of this, I believe, is that I’ve grown a bit tired of my workouts and I need to change things up a bit. I can only “bring some intention” to level 3 so many times in a week before I want to shove that intention and my dumbells down Jillian’s fucking throat.
So I went to Zumba yesterday with Ms. B and today I still can barely walk. I love it. I really need to integrate this into my weekly lineup, but it’s so hard to get to a 9 AM Sunday class every single week, and I want to do it more than just once…so I caved and ordered the Total Body Transformation System DVD Set from Zumba.com. I’ll let you all know how I like it when it arrives. I’m excited, and hope that it at least helps me look like less of a stumbling nincompoop while I’m in class.
Part of the reason I’ve been so busy is because I’ve needed to bake a bit more than usual, and when I bake, I crank up the SassyPod and dance like an idiot. It’s amazing stress relief, it burns calories and it’s just fun. I think it makes my cupcakes taste better, too. I’m kind of obsessed. I think Mr. T would like me to stop challenging him to a Pants Off Dance Off…but isn’t that a funny mental image? Mr. T (the real one, or mine…equally hilarious in different ways) in a tighty-whitey battle royale of booty shaking? He’ll probably yell at me if I don’t clarify, so no, he doesn’t actually wear tighty-whities…it just adds hilarity to scene.
ANYWAY…this also made me realize that, since dancing is a great workout AND it’s tons of fun, I should really try to incorporate more of than into my weekly routine. Thus, the Zumba DVDs and…wait for it…I finally ordered the Get Fit workout DVDs from So You Think You Can Dance. Yeah, Kupono totally sold me on them when I saw the concert on Nov. 1. I’ve been trying to find them in stores for weeks, but have been unsuccessful, so I caved and bought them from Target.com. Again, I’ll let you know how I like them once I try them out. I really hope that A) my uncoordinated ass can actually DO the workouts and B) they’re gonna make me sweat till I bleed. Okay, not actually, but who doesn’t love some C&C Music Factory??
Sidebar…did you know that one of the lyrics to that song is “…It’s your world and I’m just a squirrel/Trying to get a nut to move your butt to the dance floor…” I’m the master of mis-hearing lyrics (hello, “Hold me close now, Tony Danza”???), but this is real. And hysterical. Almost as good as “I used to be commander-in-chief of my pimp ship, flyin’ high”…or maybe it’s even better. Not many songs incorporate mentions of furry-tailed rodents with synthesizers and heavy bass.
Well, that was a fun trip down Random Lane. Until next time, here’s this: