I missed a week of working out thanks to bronchitis. I met with my trainer this past Tuesday night where I was introduced to a new circuit. I won't bore you with all of the mundane details. One piece of the circuit does deserve special mention. A pushup into a plank into a leg lift. You think it sounds simple? Get on the floor and try it. Oh oh oh...wait...if your shoulders, hips and knees are not in a straight line then you aren't doing it correctly. "Lower your hips, Tammy." I arched my back. "Tammy, watch me do it again." "Tammy, do you need a visual?" After getting the correct form finally by Kelly pushing my body into place I did six in a row and then I started thinking about it and messed the whole thing up and we had to start over. On each circuit we did a set of twelve. I did the circuit THREE times. Each time that pushup/plank thing threw me. I knew I was in trouble Wednesday morning when my abs woke up before the rest of me. They were screaming. I kept thinking..."Gee for someone who couldn't even do the move correctly most of the time I sure did work some muscles." It was worse today. I went to get out of my chair one time and let out a squeal. A student said, "Mrs. Bunch, are you okay?" "Yes, yes, I'm fine." Tonight's workout took place in the park with no mercy on the sore abs. You haven't lived until you've done crunches on a park bench. WOOT WOOT!!!
Monday our cafeteria ladies put rice krispie treats in the lounge. I walked by and said, "I really want one of those." One colleague said, "Well, go ahead. That's what they're there for." Another colleague said, "Tammy, you look too good to eat one of those. You are looking really good and I know how hard you have been working. Don't ruin it." Well okay then. That's all I needed to hear. I kept on walking.
On Wednesday a colleague's husband joined her for lunch and he didn't even recognize me.
Today I put a new outfit combination together and had tons of compliments.
Don't worry. I'm working out and getting fit because it's healthy and I FEEL so much better. It has little to do with vanity. However, on days when I really want to fall off the wagon or my abs hurt so bad that it's painful to walk, compliments lift my spirits, stroke my ego, and keep me keepin on!
