I missed my spinning class.
I woke up a half hour before I set the alarm and was all proud of myself for starting the day early. I got up, fed the dog and went back to bed to hang out with Michael until it was time to go.
An hour later I woke up to Michael shaking me. “Babe, your class!” Uh…yeah. I missed it. It’s totally Michael’s fault because he’s just so damn cozy.
I punished myself by going to the gym anyway and killing myself on the elliptical. And when I kill myself at the gym it is not a pretty picture. We’re talking tomato-red face, lots of sweat and frizzy hair. HOT. I also signed up for another spinning class that I swear I won’t sleep through.
Tonight I have my first kickboxing class, followed by a tennis lesson. Me thinks I might be crazy. I wouldn’t ordinarily follow an hour of kickboxing with an hour of tennis, but the lessons happen to fall on the same night as the class so for a month, I have no choice. When I finally get home at 8 p.m. I’m going to be a frizzy, sweaty tomato who can barely lift her arms.
But! Being a sweaty tomato is slowly starting to pay off. Because this tomato weighs one pound less that she did last week. Yeah, it’s only one pound. But if you count the weight I lost before Vegas we’re at six pounds and that’s like an entire basket of tomatoes less than I started with.
Go. Me.
On a side note, you know you’ve got a good man when you’re walking around the house in a schlumpy sweatshirt and slippers and he stops what he’s doing to say you look hot.
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September 17, 2007 at 9:59 am
Jess
Go you is right. 1 pound is how you start. And way not to use sleeping through your class as an excuse not to go to the gym at all. I’m impressed with your willpower.
September 17, 2007 at 10:01 am
crystall
I’ve been going to the gym 5 days a week, sometimes working out 6 for 7 weeks (seven!), and I don’t think I’ve lost a fucking pound! Seriously.
Of course, I don’t weight myself. Scales are the devil.
And I get the tomatoe face too. And it lasts hours.
September 17, 2007 at 10:04 am
onebigholiday
Good job! I always blame the boy for making me miss my gym classes..damn them and their warm arms!!
September 17, 2007 at 10:15 am
La
I was so craving a gym membership this weekend! I have so much equipment at home that I always thought it was a waste of money. But know what else is at home? The tv. And the fiance. And the puppies. A quandry, indeed.
September 17, 2007 at 10:17 am
miriam
Aw, go Michael! Husband is famous for telling me I look beautiful when I’m schlumping around the house in my mismatched socks, 3 shirts, hoody and sweatpants. He says winter is his favorite season b/c he met me during the winter and he looks forward to when I bundle up.
I wish I had your energy. I’m hoping that by the time I get home tonight I have enough energy to do a workout dvd and a couple of crunches…
September 17, 2007 at 10:27 am
Melissa
Go you! Good for you on the losing weight AND committing to the gym. And good for you for finding such a great guy! Thankfully, mine does/says things like that too.
September 17, 2007 at 11:06 am
Michelle
Let’s just say I’ve missed or been late to many things after having crawled back in bed with the bf. He just looks so warm and snuggly under those blankets! 🙂
And go you – a pound, is a pound. Think of all the muscle you’re gaining, too!
September 17, 2007 at 11:11 am
Sass
Um, it is 11am and I’ve already had a piece of chocolate chip coffee cake and 2 Italian cookie/pastry things. Granted I did got to the gym this morning but something tells me I’ve already undone all that. Sigh.
But enough ‘woe is me’. Congrats on losing a bushel of tomatoes and getting fit =) Yay!
September 17, 2007 at 11:23 am
kwarterlifecrisis
ooh tomato face. i am all too familiar. in fact, when TB and i worked out with his friend yesterday, the friend took a picture of us after we worked out and posted it on his blog. i will send you the link in an email because oooh the tomato face. it’s embarrassing.
also, TB always seems to tell me i look hot whenever i have on no makeup, my hair’s all awry and i’m wearing totally mismatched clothing. i’m always like ‘umm do you have your contacts in?! this is NOT hot. but, uhh, thanks?’ 🙂
September 17, 2007 at 11:24 am
kwarterlifecrisis
oh and GO YOU for the pound! 🙂
September 17, 2007 at 11:25 am
aernyc
I am so proud of you for the willpower! Can i borrow some??
One pound is awesome! Congrats!!
September 17, 2007 at 11:32 am
mikesgotnothin
I’m thinking there’s a c in schlumpy.
September 17, 2007 at 11:45 am
DG
Grrr – I’m on my way to my spin class right now…
Good man you’ve got there!
September 17, 2007 at 12:06 pm
Peter
Schlumpy sweatshirts rule on women.
And if they also happen to be rocking a ponytail…
Awesome.
September 17, 2007 at 12:19 pm
L B
look at you all motivated and gym going!!!! i am impressed 🙂
September 17, 2007 at 12:44 pm
libby
you go girl! i’m proud of you 🙂 I find that the ache you feel after working out feels so good!!
September 17, 2007 at 3:30 pm
Mountains
I’ll come over and cook for you if you teach me how to like exercise!! 🙂 Deal???
September 17, 2007 at 3:51 pm
Princess Taj
Thanks for getting me motivated to teach my class tonight!!! Was not feeling it until I thought about how much people depend on that hour to make them feel good!!!
September 17, 2007 at 4:02 pm
Chelle
Will you still eat fudge brownies if I bring them in? Red sprinkles… Yum! I’m not trying to ruin your progress, honest. I’m so proud of you!
September 17, 2007 at 5:26 pm
Princess Pointful
Boyfriend loves me in a hoodie, for some reason.
And I’m in serious awe of you and your motivation… you are one super tomato!
September 17, 2007 at 5:49 pm
Princess extraordinaire
Kudos for going to the gym and losing weight…I need to follow suit and go get sweaty and gross..isn’t it weird when you go to the gym and women are there with make-up and hair done like they just had it styled? It always amazes me…
September 17, 2007 at 6:28 pm
Valeri
I always enjoy reading the nice things Michael does.
He’s the kind of guy every girl should have.
September 17, 2007 at 8:46 pm
clinkny
Ugh, the tomato face. It’s hideous. I actually ran into a store when I saw someone I knew walking down the street because I was post-gym and therefore not looking my finest.
So sweet about Michael. I’ve never understood why guys think us girls look hot when we’re at our schlubbiest but hey, I’m not going to question.
Oh, and I have to tell you about my dream.
Oh, and I missed you today!