Working on My Fitness

Im "working on my fitness" this line stolen from the talented pop singer Fergi. That is what was playing on my borrowed Ipod (YARM13YOL) as I bounced my way to a fitter me today at GYM 2000.

My sister-in-law talked me into joining the gym and working out for 30 minutes at lunch and using the last 30 minutes of my lunch to eat and change back for work.

I grabbed up my tennis shoes, work out Capri's, tee shirt and socks this morning, cooked my lunch, Taylor packed it and I had everyone to school just right on time. I impressed myself.

I told the guys at work that I was going to the Gym during lunch to kill myself. The response? Drive the hearse and make your own pick-up. I feel loved.

I have always turned my nose up at the joining the gym, not because Im stuck up, because I didn't want everyone to fall down rolling on the floor laughing at me. As I looked around today, NOONE was watching me because they were in their own world of physical, gut wrenching, pain. One guy looked like his head would explode. I've never seen anyone turn that shade of purple.

I did 20 minutes on the Elliptical Machine and 10 on the tread mill. I have never used an elliptical machine before today. I don't know how funny I looked, but I can tell you how funny I felt. I seriously will have to find some work out sports bra thingy, because, wow, the girls were everywhere, who knew fat was so bouncy. I was afraid for anyone to walk to close to me, I could have put out an eye, I was really worried about my own eyes and tried to not look down too much. Also, if I looked down, my swift rhythm would be thrown off, and then everyone would be rolling on the floor, because that machine would have messed me up good. Imagine having to untangle me from a knot around the elliptical machine. Entertaining I'm sure. Now that I am aware of the fat being bouncy, I feel it bounce every time I walk. That's going to get annoying.

My legs felt great like jello or maybe stretched out rubber bands most of the afternoon and of course my fat wiggled like jello too. Again, annoying.

Tonight, I cooked Rib-eye steaks and asparagus and fried potatoes/onions. I was not strong. I ate two forks of potatoes. It was a moment of weakness and I crumbled. After a few slaps to the face and I was back on track. I think I should point out that tonight is the first time I have ever cooked asparagus. It was sinfully tasty. Taylor and Mary Margaret both loved it to.

Oh...check out my guest post at County and Loving It, click this link... Dianne Wants to Call 911

Other annoying recounts of today...
One of my bosses had a Dr. Pepper in the office today. I told him to stay away from me if he wanted to keep his hand. 10 days, no Dr. Pepper. He must have thought I was joking, because he walked over to me with the open can and put it right in my face (like an inch from my eye - I could do a whole post on that pet peeve). I said, seriously, if you want to live, you will take your Dr. Pepper and leave. He left. I think he saw the wild in my eye and feared for his life. He better get with the program.