I skipped off to the gym on Sunday full of enthusiasm. All classes were cancelled so no aqua class. Started with a gentle swim for a while instead. Had lunch and shopped nearby with my Christmas money. Bought a lightweight fleece for gym cool down and a thick yoga mat on sale so I can have a mat at my parents house too.
At 2.00pm I met the guy who was to give me my gym work out. The guy whom today is on my hit list of people I will not be sending a Christmas card to in 2010.
We start out on the bikes. No worries there. My heart rate gets going. I had imagined him to give me cv work with a little bit of weights. No. This guy gets out the swiss ball and has me doing 45 deep squats. Next a heavy ball is then flung round the gym in all directions, involving twists and squats and i'm feeling like a prize prat. 45 knee modified press ups later I can barely stand. A quick hop on the treadmill and my heart rate is ok. I'm sweating like no ones business from the ball exercises. My arms and shoulders are give a work out from the windlass, set half way. Then a hundred sodding metres of rope climbing. I'm so relieved when its all over. I get introduced to the power plate, which shakes out the lactic acid in the body. I feel thoroughly worked. Later in the evening I feel wiped out and slightly achy. One day later I can't use my sitting down leg muscles so very well because it hurts so much and walking is quite uncomfortable on the legs. I decide to forgo all excercise today and wont be repeating the masocist gym plan. I will have to construct my own.
Tomorrow I have an aqua class which I will struggle with but I think it will be easier than doing the stretches in yogalates at the minute.
I weighed myself as usual on Sunday and was disappointed to find that my weight was up to 319.8. I couldn't work out why because I have been an example of virtuous eating all damned holiday. It clicked today- It was pre menstural weight. So I will weigh myself tomorrow and record the loss then instead.
As the gym was mind numbingly dull I have invested in an mp3 player, which takes me somewhat into the digital age. It has a radio too which will also accompany me on walks when it gets a bit warmer. I am irritable, weary and achy: I feel so unfit and sore. Less moans tomorrow!