Showing posts with label biggest loser. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Day One, Part Two

So today I started exercising again. This is something my fatass has not done for over a year. It was an interesting experience.

I decided to check out the DVD before committing to it - for several reasons.

First, I wanted to see what sort of workout I was in for. It looked so simple that I thought it must be a joke.

Second, I am notoriously clumsy and klutzy and wanted to see exactly how stupid I would look whilst engaging in said workout. Noted to self that workout must be done in the view of no one except my nearly-4-year-old.

Third, I wanted to see if it was something I thought I could do on a regular basis.

Fourth, I wanted to see if the DVD trainer person was normal or so perky I spent the whole time wanting to mute the video.

I watched the DVD while making a salad for dinner (something else I haven't done in well over a year). It was "Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred" - one of the trainers from "The Biggest Loser" (which I, incidentally, have never seen personally). Thankfully, she is not one of the "perky-I've-had-8-gallons-of-coffee-and-Red-Bull" trainers that I so vehemently loathe watching. She actually seemed normal and like someone that would mildly intimidate me in real life. I figured I could take her DVD with no problem.

After the salad was finished, I changed and put the DVD in to do the workout. I got my 5lb hand weights and pushed the coffee table aside.

My almost 4 year old, fresh from his nap, decided to join me. This, I thought, could be fatal to him. Who knows where my limbs might end up.

But join me he did and we were off.

The DVD has 20 minute segments and I did Level One. I used to be really into sports and activity when I was younger and figured that I would get back into the swing of it with no problem.

Read carefully: I was wrong. Read it again if you need to.

This "simple workout" that I though I was in for KICKED MY ASS. I didn't know it was possible to feel so sore and exhausted from just 20 minutes. I stuck with it (taking only a 45-60 second break towards the end when I thought I might throw up and/or pass out) and didn't permanently damage my son with my flailing limbs.

Tonight's meal: steak fajitas (I will be having mine with very light sour cream, no guacamole, and lots of lettuce and tomato and peppers) and salad.