Anyone who knows me well knows that I do not like to sweat. LIKE AT ALL! I just think it is so yucky and completely unladylike. I mean southern ladies don't sweat they glisten right?! This attitude towards sweating has caused me to dislike cardio with a passion. I avoid it at all cost honestly.
When I do end up being tricked into doing cardio I am one of those people you see on reality TV that moans and complains the whole time. I know it is annoying but I just can't help it. Kelsey (my old workout buddy/best friend) can testify to this statement and I am sure would describe it as nails on a chalk board but hey, everyone has to have their downfalls.
Before we moved I was doing Pilates on the reformer twice a week. I loved it. I felt tone and good about myself and was even loosing a little weight. I am not someone who looks at themselves and thinks "eww, I am so fat" but I know I could stand to tone up and loose a few pounds here and there. When we moved I looked at gyms and studios that offered reformer classes but I wasn't working and we just couldn't afford it. I was really bummed but hey Andrew was stuck with me now….fat or skinny.
One thing I did join when we moved was groupon. My Nanny always talked about it and I thought why not. Thanks when I spotted this little gym...
Number 1 - who can't afford 29 dollars. Number 2 - if my stomach will look like that - sign me up.
After reading some reviews and watching booty barre classes on youtube I decided to give it a try. (It only took me five months to think it over but hey better late than never.) I went ahead a bought the 10 class package because in my mind that would really make me commit to the class. I also didn't think it would be that intense and was really going to stake out the Pilates equipment but have sense found out differently. Supposedly you sweat your hinny off for 50 minutes which makes me very nervous. I know I will be fine and am excited to loose the 600 calories the average person burns during the class but woah…sweating - this is a big step for me.
My first class was supposed to be yesterday but due to the winter weather it was canceled. Everyone say a special prayer for me at 6:30 tomorrow - I will me 30 minutes into class and will probably be the person dying in the corner but hey…at least I'm giving it the old college try.
I'll let you know how it goes…but really pray I make it through.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
I'm just going to admit it….I have a love hate relationship with my blog.
how I feel after I have blogged.
expressing myself through writing.
documenting the randomness of Andrew and I's life.
being able to look back on times past.
when a month goes by and I haven't blogged.
the feeling that the window has passed me by for the post to be reverent but I still have so much to say.
scheduling times to write.
typing away on my computer when Andrew is home.
When I started the blog it was more for others. I mean don't get me wrong I wanted the stories to look back on when I am old and gray too but it gave everyone wedding details and allowed them to follow the planning process. When we moved it was the same thing…I thought it would be nice to look back on one day but really wanted to keep everyone in the loop of our lives. But I have sense started realizing that it is for me.
I have struggled a lot of the past few months on what this blog was going to turn into and if I was even going to keep it going. Over the summer and the beginning of the school year I loved it. I blogged a few times a week and felt amazing but then I started working and the blog came to a screeching halt. Yes, I know plenty of people blog and work at the same time but this concept was really difficult for me. How was I supposed to give everything I have to my students during the day, come home make dinner and then hang out with my husband in the evenings - where does blogging fit?
After taking some time away ( 2 months to be exact) , praying about it and really thinking about what to do I decided that blogging is something I need. I need to blog to feel like my week is complete. I need to document this journey of life and I need to write. I get to use my creativity everyday in the classroom but this is different. It scratches another creative itch I have you could say.
Overall the conclusions I came to are
1. I'm done with the hate and only want love. Why should I hate something that I am choosing to do?
2. I'm done feeling guilty. Some weeks I might blog a few times and others there might be silence but that is ok. Life gets busy, things happen and I can not beat myself up anymore over feeling the guilt of not blogging…It is stupid.
3. I am not going to let important moments pass me by on the blog. If it means blogging while Andrew is home sometimes or scheduling it into my weekly schedule I am determined to make it work and capture the moments.
4. This blog is for me and I am happy about that.