I started a new workout program yesterday. I never had an old one so I guess I should rephrase that – I started working out yesterday. I am not one for the gym so I had Husband give me some pointers Sunday night on the XBox/Kinect Your Shape fitness disk that has been collecting dust. I decided to commit to thirty minute sessions three times a week and see how that fits into my life.
I have never felt the need to loose weight. I am, or should I say was, one of those sickeningly annoying people who could eat whatever I wanted, never workout, and not have a inch to pinch. I have always had a proportional body shape for my five foot four stature. The exception being the two eighteen month blocks of time when I was nursing the boys and went from a pleasant and perky B cup to a frighteningly large porn star DD cup. Even Husband admitted to being frightened by them more than once. Hell, they were attached to me and I was scared of them most of the time.
I no longer have boobs out to here, although I did keep one of my DD bras as a souvenir of my porn star lookalike breastfeeding days. No, it seems as though the additional girth that existed in my chest has migrated down to settle itself comfortably around my middle resulting in the dreaded “muffin top” I have heard so much about but have never experienced. I don’t like it, hence the workout regiment.
Here are the stats and some thoughts from my first day working out:
- 100 calories burned
- 25 minutes late getting to Cody’s class to help the teacher with end of the year testing. I had no time to shower so I slathered on additional deodorant and put on some new shiny lip gloss to detract from my post workout unkempt appearance.
- 1 rug burnt elbow
- The discovery that I am really bad at anything remotely dancelike but I really like and totally own the punching and kicking of fake brick walls. Who knew?
- 1 sprained left big toe that is expected to make a full recovery.
- Just any old bra will not cut it when I am suppose to be getting a running tour of the streets of Manhattan. Mental note, wear sports bra next time.
I figure by this time next week my muffin top will be a thing of the past and life can get back to normal. I will let you know how that is working out for me.