Same Sweaty Story

Oh. My. Goodness. Who would have thought that a mat with a little cushion and three little tubey things with handles could be conductors for so much pain?

I have been to work out with my new trainer three times, and every single time I have poured sweat like it's raining indoors. We start with 15 -20 minutes of cardio. Once the heart rate is boosted we move on to resistance training. As usual, I am the only one in the room that looks like a heart attack is imminent. But I have discovered that I have a second little manifestation of how hard I am working: my breathing. Not kidding. I sound like I am giving birth. Whoo, hooo, hooo, hooo . . . you get what I'm saying here? Loud, unsettling and disruptive breathing. I mean, why me? Why can't I just get in there, perspire and turn a pretty blush color and get done? Noooooo! I turn scarlet red, pant and gasp like I'm in labor, and sweat buckets and buckets.

It's very attractive. Really. :)

After our workouts with the trainer we skate. Just about 1/2 hour or so. I love that part. It's literally the "cool down." Turns what was suppose to be an hour of exercise in the early morning to an entire 1/2 day of exercise but I don't care. I feel so blessed that I have the flexibility in my schedule and the time to fit this in that I can't complain for a second. Well, maybe I can for a second but only about how my muscles ache -- not about the process itself.

And my weight? BOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I am still the same as last week. Sick-en-ing! It may be that my body is readjusting, it may be making other changes since I am very, very 40's. Whatever it is, it's ticking me off. BUT! But, but, but . . . my jeans this weekend were really baggy through the butt and thighs. Really baggy. I think I might even be able to throw them in the dryer and still wear them again. Haha. So I'm sad about the numbers but happy about what is sure to turn out as a loss of inches.

I also have to say that I am really watching what I eat. I had a little too much bread on Saturday night when I went out to dinner, but my meal was broiled fish with no butter or oil. The rest of the weekend was pretty good. So it'll happen. I just need patience.

Okay folks, I am off to watch hockey. Have a fabulous evening. God love ya!