SO where did we leave off. Ahhh the wine induced previous post. Skip over that, to a re motivated determined little Short and Dumpy one! So I hear you groan with suppressed excitement hehe, what did I get up to on Sunday.
(completely un related, I love this spell checker, that creeps behind me and automatically places capitals for me when my fingers feel to lazy to stretch to the shift key!)
At the moment, I don’t think I will ever get bored with working out. Why? Presents, shopping, new glittery shiny girly things. A transference has occurred, no longer do I find myself tea in hand about to flick mindlessly over the pages containing handbags, or sigh wistfully at the new and improved conditioning lengthening flicking amazing gorgeoufiy gravity defying mascara.
No, I have new outlets! I find my chubby little fingers tapping against a picture of a treadmill, or a gym bag (well let us not get to far removed from ourselves hehe).
Have you seen all the different candy coloured, pastels, neon 80s coloured range of weights, dumb-bells and a whole lot of I don’t know what gizmos.
Today I was given a new toy. I have a pedometer! After the initially giving into the urge to sit down and shake it about to see how many steps my hands could register, on it clipped to my hip and off out we go !
I was a little wary that it would register double, the step then the jiggle of my hip, then a little disappointed when I realised it didn’t. Grrr.
I think I must of looked a little like a sufferer of OCD, as every few steps up went my shirt to expose my hip as I constantly checked my new little gizmo. Counting off in my head then three seconds later checking my count matched the display. As I settled into the walk my nervous tick of flashing flesh settled down into a more relaxed but still constant hand twist in order to touch it to make sure it was still there.
It felt odd. Not because I didn’t enjoy this form of exercise, but because I was exercising in jeans, and to all on lookers I was just out for a stroll.
The steps mount up so fast, averaging 500 for every 5 minutes. I was working (and walking) my curvy behind off, but not feeling any strain. You know me not one to give my calve muscles a day off, I would peek around the corners and chose a route that encountered a hill.
I set out not knowing or caring where my feet would take me, my only goal was to walk about 2500 steps. Arriving back at my front door, after resisting the urge to walk head down staring at the display for all of 20 minutes, I even shocked myself as it flashed up 4887. I had walking nearly two and a half miles just for the sheer enjoyment of walking, of treading away down unknown streets and lanes, the feeling of rain in the air against my skin. WEIRDO.
Why had I not thought of doing this before?
I have fallen in love with my new gadget, or infatuation? Maybe addiction, as I have decided to try to walk 5000 steps every day. Not around the house, not running up and down the stairs heheheh AS IF THAT WOULD HAPPEN! But open the front door, step put into the world steps.
In fairness after researching some facts on the ‘inter-web’ (see I told you I had turned this fitness thing into my new retail therapy). There are certain ways to exercise and burn fat and this is generally known as aerobic training. This means that you work your heart rate into a certain zone and your body efficiently aims at the fat as well as your carbohydrates. Anaerobic training is when you push yourself harder and your heart rate is above your aerobic zone but you really only attack the carbohydrates. There are different schools of thought on this and I'm no expert.
Now this is where I come unstuck because even at my slowest pace I am above my maximum aerobic heart rate. Therefore, every bit of running I have done recently, I've never been in my fat burning zone. Many rather clever people have hinted at the fact that walking at an even pace, with intervals of faster foot pounding would put me into the right fat burning zone, as well as help strengthen my muscles for my running.
MORE importantly, I get to wear my new toy!
The evening heralded the call to battle of the burn with the instructors war cry of ‘Heel to the Glute!’. Oddly no scream of resistance came from my tempestuous thighs.
IT was weight slinging night! Twisting, turning and you guessed it squatting with my 4lb of bubblegum
pinkness. I had never thought of myself as a girly girl, and certainly not a gym princess wearing matching colours, all tones perfectly balanced. However, enter a little daughter, glitter and my weight. Exit a sparkly disco ball effect bubblegum pink weight covered in glitter. Now for those of you not been acquainted with this substance. Glitter is the herpes of the crafting supply world. Once you have encountered it, it will never ever never vanish!So as I worked out my arms and abdomen, my puffy pink cheeks completing the ball perfectly, the pinkish hues on my chest and arms picking out the tones in the red glitter, little reflections of light dancing over my skin, highlighting my sweat. I felt beautiful. Heheh honestly I did.
Tonight I found myself looking forward to the ‘Plie’ and curl, how odd it is that within a week I find myself looking forward to a new favorite move that seven days previous had every ligament and joint groaning.
Plie: a wide stance with the toes turned out. Bend your knees over your toes and come halfway down into a demi-plié. By bending deeply until your legs are approximately parallel with the floor. Keep your heels on the floor rather than raising them. Then add lifting the weight hehehe.
So there I was, sparkling like a star, dressed in mat
ching tones of pink, accented with my pink rosy cheeks, performing ballet moves, without the grace or charm or perfect form that should accompany them, but having a rather lovely time feeling like a gym princess.
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