Two Months

So, I've been working out for 2 months now.
No, REALLY working out.
I go to the gym 5-6 days per week
and 3 of those days are with a personal trainer.
SEE??
REALLY working out.
What have I learned in 2 months?
Well.....

I have learned that 1 hour with the trainer is MUCH better than 1/2 hour with the trainer.
Paul, my trainer, not my husband, feels he must get 60 minutes of torture into a 30 minute time frame.
I have learned that spreading the torture out is much better.

I have learned that breathing is a good thing, and that sometimes I forget to do it.

I have learned that yes, sometimes people throw up at the gym. (No, I haven't....yet)

I have learned that even though I was once sure that I could do ANYTHING for 2 minutes, I was wrong. 2 minutes is a long freakin' time!

I have learned that once I get past those two minutes, I will feel an amazing sense of accomplishment and the rest of the workout will be a piece of cake walk in the park.

I have learned that waking up with aching muscles is a really good feeling.

I have learned that this exercise thing is GREAT!!

Steely Dan!

I have neglected my blog, once again.
My office has entered it's busiest time of the year
and I have been putting in long days then heading
to the gym to complete less than stellar workout sessions.
What a difference stress makes!!

I did however have a FANTASTIC date with my
husband last Tuesday night.
Paul and I went out with two other couples and
saw STEELY DAN at the BEACON!!

They were playing a week of concerts and
each night they played a different album.
Of course, the night we went, they played
The Royal Scam
and I knew ZERO songs from it.
Zero.
That's okay. I like them and like the music.
However......
once they finished the album it was like they
started a second concert.
They played all these songs I knew, such as
Aja
Hey Nineteen
Peg
and my favorite....Reelin In the Years!!
It was AWESOME!!!
The theater was full of aging hippies...and yuppies.
There was a huge guy sitting behind Paul who had
long gray hair and just kept yelling out
YEAH!!!!! every few minutes all through the concert.
YEAH
the same YEAH over and over and over again.
It never varied, same pitch, volume. Same YEAH!
Every time he stood up, he kneed Paul in the head so
sometimes it was...
"YEAH, oh sorry man. YEAH!"
I think I got a contact high.
Seriously, it was like it was right on
top of us, but those people were smooth, you never saw anyone
smoking. Maybe they were piping the smoke in through the air vents.
The best part was this:

THAT is the line for the men's room.
LINE
FOR
MEN'S
ROOM.
Tell me, have you ever seen anything like that??
Well, most of the the people at the concert were men
and they were drinking - a lot.
Hence the line.
There was NO LINE for the ladies room.
Women were just running in there because they could!
We'd come back from a bathroom run and say to some woman - "Hey, no line!"
And she'd say, "Great, I'll just go because I can!"
It was a great night.

Broken Feet

Dear Dumbass,
Do not wear uncomfortable shoes to work when you have a 1 hour session with your trainer at the gym later!
Signed,
Your Broken, Battered Feet!
(treadmill endurance workout. OMG.)

Ten To Go

So, I set a goal for myself this year....
To read 50 books.
As of today, I'm at 40.
I really thought I'd blow through it during the summer, but I just didn't feel like reading all that much.
So, I have 10 to go.
Any suggestions?

These are my parents.
They're going through a very tough time right now.
My mother is very sick.
If you get a moment, could you please send some good thoughts their way?
Thank you.

Exhausted!

Work - internet in and out, took me waaaay too long to accomplish a simple task
Gym - HIGH impact 30 minute training session. Sweat dripping off of me everywhere. Seriously, my arms were dripping sweat.
Shower - now that I'm at the gym a lot, all I do is shower. We need more towels
Cook Dinner - chili!
Bed - 8pm!

Cocktails or Exercise?

So school started this week and it's been crazy.
Because of Hurricane Irene, we're a little behind where we
should be at this time, but we're all working VERY hard.
AND because we're all working so hard my BIG BOSS
decided to throw an Opening Week Cocktail Party.
How cool is that? How many schools throw cocktail
partys for the faculty and staff??
I love my job.
So, party scheduled for 2:30 Friday.
(another reason to love my job - wine at 2:30!)
PROBLEM:
Personal Trainer scheduled for 4:00 Friday.
I chose........


THE PERSONAL TRAINER


Seriously, it was a no brainer.
I am LOVING the gym.
I am LOVING exercising.

Had a great session, but my lower back
has really been bothering me.
Paul - trainer, not husband - had me try the foam roller.
I did something like this - no, that is not me

and rolled the roller up and down my back. It was great, CCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK. My spine really seemed to open up. My lower back is still a little sore but it's going to take time to strengthen those muscles. Paul - trainer, not husband - had me lie on my stomach and  gave me a mini massage with the roller. He also told me I SHOULD GET A MASSAGE! It will release the toxins that have been building up in my muscles. I really have to listen to him, right??

You see - THAT is why I love going to the gym!!! 

Oh, Come On!

So I go to put my green sandals on the other day.
Weird.
They feel loose.
Ok, I've had them for a couple of years, maybe they've had it.
So I tighten them up and go on.

Few days later, I put my orange sandals on.
They are the same design as the green ones, but different brand.
Wait.
These are loose too.
I've only had them for a year.
So weird.
So I tighten them up and go on.

Then it dawns on me......
Gym
Trainer
Diet

I AM LOSING WEIGHT IN MY FEET!

OH COME ON!!!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL????!!!!!!!

He Kicked It Up A Notch

Gym
Personal Trainer
1 Hour
Kicked My Ass
Death Approaching

Gym Update

1 month at the gym and I can now do
  TEN PUSH-UPS!
  TEN!
-and not the "girly" kind
  TEN REAL PUSH-UPS!
 (very excited)

Chopped - 80's Style

So, I decided to get a haircut yesterday.
I am tired of wearing a baseball cap to the gym.
Seriously, that's why I wanted a cut.
I know, you're saying, "Kerry, just don't wear the hat."
Well, when you have crazy curly hair and
you work out like a MADWOMAN
the hair tends to get CRAZIER.

So, I went to the guy who cuts Dylan's hair.
He used to cut my hair
and always gave me a good cut.
BUT
2 years ago,he cut it REALLLLLLY SHORT.
I don't look good in short hair.
I need some length, people.
Some length to hide my jowls.

So, I walk in and say....
"Last time you cut my hair TOO SHORT."
I neglected to say
"DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!"
because
HE DID THAT AGAIN!

Seriously, I didn't think I HAD to say that again.

Well, it's really short, but not exactly like last time.
I sort of like it.
I can't tell yet.
It's a blunt cut just below my ears - SHORT
But I do have to say,
my curls are AMAZING!!!!!
And that's what I wanted, better CURLAGE.

It does look a little 80's.
And while I start to get angry
when I think that I could always turn
it around and start wearing
neon lace hair ties and black rubber bracelets.
Oh yeah, I did that back then.
Madonna would be so proud of me.

Skipper Gets Fit

So, I found this crazy new thing to try.....
It's called


EXERCISING


Have you heard of it?

I tried it years and years ago...
it never really caught on with me.

Well, I'm doing it now and......
I REALLY LIKE IT!

All summer I'd been thinking about joining a gym.
Yeah, yeah, another gym that I could
give my money to each month and the
closest I would get to it would be to drive by
occasionally.
This time, something was different.
I don't know what, but something.
I was ready.

So, I found a gym that costs $20 per month.
It doesn't offer classes so there are no Barbie dolls walking around
which I like as I'm more of a Skipper than a Barbie - a Skipper who has
seen better days, a Skipper who has given birth and stayed home
for 10 years finishing the leftover food on her doll baby's plate.
I'm THAT kind of Skipper.
(for all you guys out there, Skipper was Barbie's younger, less attractive sister)

This gym is mainly MEAT HEADS (think Jersey Shore)
and that's just fine with me.

I had a personal training session my first day and decided
that THAT was the way to go.
I'm training 3x per week! (that sounds so funny, "I'm training", hee hee)
My trainer's name is Paul and he is BUSTING MY BUTT - thank God, that's why I'm there.
Everyone asks me, "Is your trainer hot?"
No, he's not hot. He's adorable, I could be his mother and he's a great kid.
He's 25, very polite and he's doing his best to kill me. But in a nice, polite way.

So, I'm training (hee hee) 3x per week and doing cardio 3x per week
and you know what......
I'm loving it!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to call Dylan to see if he can
help me out of this chair
because I am so sore, I can't move.