Hmm... a different "create" format came up.
Can't play around with the size or the colours, but maybe that's ok.
Anyway, back to what I've been putting off posting all week....
my first physical assessment for my 12 week get in shape "Bootcamp".
My intentions weren't all that inspired when I signed up,
I was looking for the cheapest way to get some yoga classes,
but I decided proceed, cause I knew that, in fact, it was time.
Time to bite the bullet and acknowledge that I can't depend on good genes forever,
I had buried the thought that I needed to get more physically active, by reasoning that I wasn't overweight or unhealthy... yet.
Well let me tell you, I was shocked.
After about 3 minutes on the cardio testing machine,
the trainer asked how I was doing,
great, I say, I could do this for days,
great she says, this warm up will last another couple of minutes and we will get the test started.
I survived , but barely.
It was pure pride that kept me from reaping off that treadmill.
My gracious trainer gave me the status of "Improvable",
which we all know is the nice way to say, "this is one out of shape broad".
The great thing is , I really liked it.
The system has a cardio section: treadmills, bikes and step machines,
a weight section, machines and free weights, an indoor track and for reward.... a hot tub.
The whole system works with a smart key, and you plug it in the machine,
it reads your program and sets it up for you.
It records it, sends it to your trainer, who you meet with once a week.
The gym is full of all shapes and sizes....
And speaking of shapes and sizes.... the most sensitive part of my post....
the numbers.
I am 5'7" tall.... my weight shocked me, even though my trainer told me it was within normal range as she fanned me and gave me little sips of water.
And it got me thinking of how I didn't think it was an issue for me,
that numbers were numbers and it wasn't who you were.
At least thats what I preach.
So I am sucking it up and posting that I came in at 147 pounds. I'd put it in bold red if blogger would let me, but then I would consider deleting the whole paragraph.
So it's out. i am the heaviest I've EVER been in my life.
And it bugs me that this bugs me so much.