I said this working out thing wasn’t about the numbers, but I’m still going to keep track and I’m still going to take a little pride in the numbers decreasing. I stepped on the scale yesterday and weighed 140. I’m happy with 140. It’s a good number. When I was getting closer to 160 I was concerned. But I can do 140. 130 would be great though. In high school, I weighed 125 when I was doing step aerobics. I don’t think I can, or want to get that low again. By some grace of god, I’ve managed to score a nice rack and a nice ass. Crude, but quite frankly, it’s awesome. I love my boobs. I don’t want to lose them.
But enough about boobs. I worked out again this morning. 20 minutes on the elliptical was a little easier this time. Got my heart rate up to about 130 but stayed around 100. My heart rate, my breathing rate, have always seemed to be lower than average. So when I’m pumping my little legs furiously and the damn machine tells me I need to get my heart rate up to 160 for a good cardio workout, I think to myself “you’ve got to be kidding me.” It was a struggle just to get up to the 130. I’ll have to do some research. I feel like a lower heart and breath rate are a sign of relaxation, but who knows, maybe this is a bad thing.
I have very little knowledge of the human body. What muscles are called, what they do, how they work, how much protein or carbs or fat your body needs or doesn’t need to accomplish what you’re trying to do. I should probably look into that. Like, do you eat before or after you exercise? Or both?
Anyways. Moving on. 20 minutes on the machine from hell, as it’s becoming to me, I spent some time on the weight machines. Now I don’t know what the machines are called, or even what the particular muscle it is they were working, but I worked on my arms. Now, I’m a weakling and also a baby, so try not to laugh. I kept the weights at 2 lbs. More than that was a struggle. So I’m going to embrace my weakness and start small. I’ll push myself, I’ll work up. Without someone there to direct me, I have to wing it. So I used each machine twice. Started at one, did 2, counted to 10, then 2 more. I did this five times on the harder machines. On the easier machines, I did 2 and counted to 5. My second round through them all, I counted to 5 on the harder machines and on the easier ones, did 5 and counted to five. It seemed to work out well. I would feel my muscles start to shake or give out, and still had a “set” or two left. I pushed, but not too hard. It felt like just enough.
Now what I need is a core workout I can do at home. There’s no way I’m laying down on the nasty public floor and there aren’t enough ab workouts I can do standing up. I’m sure I can find something cheap on Amazon. Or even an old VHS at a pawn shop, because yes, I still have a VCR. I know I’m awesome. Be jealous.
Now it’s time to shower and get ready for the day. I ate my delicious egg and toast breakfast, and I need to go grocery shopping. My current list, which I probably can’t afford to get it all, is as follows;
Granola or power bars
Bacon [because you always need bacon]
I need to start making food. I’ve been good so far, but it’s only been a whopping two days. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shake that tower.