Things Kim has learned this week

The cold that wasn't so contagious was, in fact, contagious.

Trying to do situps when you have sinus drainage is not smart.

Having the cold that only rest and time cures is hard to remedy when you have a four and a two year old.

Aforementioned children get sick only when the parent finally starts to feel well.

Running with a sore throat and an achy body is quite unpleasant.

A major upside of having no sense of taste is that I can drink all of the protein shakes without prolonging it.


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I'm feeling the burn!

So first off, I have to tell all of you thank you for your show of support to me tonight. Your words of encouragement and just letting me vent helped me more than you would begin to think. Rick; thanks.

Tonights workout was fantastic. I upped my weight to six pounds, and even though I was seriously feeling the burn, I lasted through all of the exercises (yeah, me!) and didn't moan and groan. Until the abs.. oh, the abs. Even though we did some hard exercises today, we did not do The Plank (from hell) or The Grapevine (sounds harmless, right? hardly). Not only did I try every single exercise, I did them all for the most part. We had alot of laughs, alot of "oy"'s from my corner, and I left the workout quite happy.

Tomorrow my goal is to stick it out through both sessions. Try? Most definitely. Succeed? It may very well happen.

Kim - Good morning, sunshine! (Or, is coffee with real cream truly cheating?)

Last nights workout was alot of fun for me, we concentrated on the upper body and since that is my strongest spot, I started out with 5 lb weights. I knew that as my muscles fatigued that the weights would get heavier, but I figured that 5 lbs would be just fine. Once again, my ego got me into a situation that I completely regretted by the end of it. We worked muscles that I had forgotten I have, but now I'm pretty sure I remember clearly...

And then the circuit training started. The circuit training with medicine balls that went up to 25 lbs. The circuit training that included throwing a medicine ball and balancing at the same god-damned time. As I told Rick, "This? Is the equivalent of a blonde trying to chew gum and walk at the same time. If you haven't noticed, I'm blonde." (I know, I know, I'm hilarious. ) I left the workout with limp noodles for arms.

Other things that I'm noticing since I've begun working out are that I'm sleeping better and now that I'm getting more energy I don't feel like a drained battery every morning that I wake up. Sure, I still need my morning coffee, but I can actually get up and do what needs to be done even after being up a good piece of the night with my yongest daughter, "Lydda". I think this more than anything gives me good reason to keep going.

Priscilla- Did You Hear That?

Day 10-

Yesterday was a long day. Between meetings, and dealing with a not so pleasant person, it put me in a mood.
A hunger induced bitchy mood. A head bashing, trash talking, I am jonesing for some pate, crabby kind of mood. Green juice just doesn't replace the loveliness that is a crusty baguette smeared with some fromage du chevre and a beautiful glass of port.

On the bright side it was also my baby boy's birthday. By "baby boy" I mean he is twenty three. My baby opted to go out with his little lady as opposed to spending the evening with mother. He's normal that way. So I found myself free for the evening class. Why not, I thought. Plus knowing that "Jimmy Leg" and I already had plans to attend a little cocktail soiree Thursday night it would make up for missing Thursday night's class.

Being the glutton, I prepared myself to stay for both sessions. The first hour kicked my ass literally. Glute kicks will do that to you. Squats and lunges up stairs will really do that to you. The second hour was a "cake walk". We were going around in a circle and performing the torturous exercises Rick had laid out for us. Needless to say I didn't win a cake yet I still walked away with a muffin top (not my idea of a prize). But I did manage to get some of that anger out by visualizing the aforementioned not so pleasant person's head in place of the 25 lb medicine ball we were hurling at the ground. Eek! That hunger rage was really kicking in!

Back in the welcome respite of home, nestled in my lovely bed, talking over the day's events with "JL", facing complete exhaustion, it happened. The following words rolled off of my precious husband's lips..."Do you want me to massage your inner thighs?"
It was the scream heard all over Macon. A resounding "NOooooooo.....!!!!!".

Priscilla- Week 2 is better than 2 Weak

What a difference a week makes-

Last Monday morning was filled with dread. The anticipation of the unknown coupled with having to depart my little warm cocoon at 5 AM was such a terrible feeling.
This Monday morning I still hated leaving my warm bed. As I lay there, I was mentally preparing myself for starting the morning off by running up the 6 flights of stairs. (The gods above must have heard the collective pleas of all us Fit Campers and took pity upon us. We did not ascend nary a stair in any way shape or form!) I was also reluctant to get up simply because I knew the bathroom tiles would be like tiny ice cubes under my bare feet. But I hopped up and was almost dare I say, looking forward to what pain Cain would bring.

As class progressed and we did some of the same things as the previous Monday and I reflected back. Last week, I was thinking "WTF am I doing here!". Today as I lay on that mat still in pain, I thought "I can do this". Mind you I don't enjoy that awful burning feeling I get in my little noodle arms and in my still non existent abs. But it does feel good to actually get out and DO something! Maybe my "milf" isn't turning sour after all.

Classifieds

Lost-

1 set of abs and 1 pair of jutting hip bones
If found please return to Priscilla Esser. Family heirlooms!

Big REWARD offered!

Kim - road block number one.

I think that the major reason that people have problems keeping their New Years resolutions is that life tends to get in the way of us keeping ourselves healthy. Family, work, activities of all sorts get thrown at us and tend to fall into our laps. We are then faced with either working out or doing what is necessary to other people and not necessarily ourselves.

I had this happen today. My brother has finally returned home from a long stay in a hospital out of state, and a day early. I took the day off of the boot camp yesterday because I wanted to go jogging at The Riverwalk, and I found out earlier that my brother is returning home and wants me there.

So, what choice is there to make? The empathetic part of me says that there isn't one. The cold, hard, logical part of me that doesn't want to be fat anymore is screaming at me to get my butt into camp. The only problem is that I won't be able to even get the full workout in. When I'm torn, I go to the advice guru who is also my spouse. He told me that we could go running at The Riverwalk again to at least get cardio in after I get back into Macon tonight, and a trainer at Gateway concurred with the opinion. So, back there again tonight. (Did you know that it's three miles from beginning to end?) (I can't believe I jog/walked that last night!)

I'm holding steady on my diet, and even though my husband came home with Zaxby's for lunch today, I chose a baked sweet potato and a seared chicken breast. Even though life is getting in the way right now, I'm learning that there will be time to keep it up later. Good for me.

Priscilla-Purgatory is 6 flights of stairs

Day 3

I awoke at 5 AM Wednesday without the trepidation I carried on Monday. Still sore, but feeling optimistic especially since "Jimmy Leg" was relatively quiet the previous night.
I had survived 2 whole days without my limbs snapping off. An accomplishment for anyone!

Walking into the work out room I took my place and then was told to pick out some hand weights. Mind you, I am not strong at all.
The heaviest thing I lift is a shopping bag and a cocktail. So with that in mind I did the only sensible thing, I chose 2 pound weights.
We started out with the usual warm ups and then lifting the weights over our heads and up and out...you get the drill.
I grinned to myself thinking how clever of me to get 2 pound weights. No sooner than the grin left my face, Rick (our trainer, drill master, and tormentor) called me out!
He asked "Wouldn't you like to get heavier weights?".
I politely replied "No thank you".

Then there was a blur of circuit training, a 20 lb medicine ball (I hadn't seen one of those since PE class 1976), waving weights over my head, and 3 trips up those damn stairs.
Damn those stairs. I'll be the one with the jimmy leg tonight.

Priscilla is Home Schooled

After walking around like the Tin Man on Tuesday morning I figured I needed to keep my non existent muscles loose. So I did what any glutton for pain would do, I hopped on the elliptical machine. It seemed like a good idea at the time. After 3 minutes my legs were burning as if I was approaching the gates of Hades. I stuck with it though thanks to a repeat episodes of The City and Bromance (who doesn't love Whitney and Brody?)

I was swelling with pride for my accomplishment and gloated about it to anyone that came near. Not many did though because I stunk!