Queen of Rambles

I joined the YMCA today and am quite happy. I could go to water aerobics classes three times a day if I so desired. How cool is that? I’d turn into a fish, but I might be a fit fish (and I wouldn’t have scales, which is the important thing).

Here’s what I want to know, though. Where the hey-tang are all these young girls coming from? Tonight was aqua-jogging instead of regular water aerobics and it was populated with girls in their early 20s. One girl asked me when I graduated from high school and when I told her ‘92 she looked at me like I had a third eye. Talk about a boost to the ol’ self-confidence. I’ve decided young girls are better than old ladies though. At least they talk about interesting stuff so I can privately laugh at them. Everyone was talking constantly tonight, even the instructor. In Sweden no one ever talked. Ever. Once in a great while one of the old ladies would start bitching or make a joke at the very end of class, but no one laughed or visited during the actual class. I was about ready to wring our little teenaged instructor’s neck. She was so busy visiting with her friends that she didn’t really have time to lead the class. I just did my thing and got my heart rate up and was happy. No wonder they’re all a bunch of fat asses. They’re moving their jaws a lot more than the rest of their muscles.

That was mean, wasn’t it? I’m a fat ass too, so it should exclude me from guilt, right? I want to change. I’m going to change. In addition to a Y membership, I also signed up for a 12 week challenge. I’ll get a body analysis including body fat percentage 3 times over the course of the twelve weeks and will have a personal trainer build a program for me. Then we check in and stuff and there are three cash prizes at the end. Everyone pays in $10 for this deal, then they split it to the woman and man who go down most in body fat percentage and the person with the best attendance. I bet I can win at least one of those, don’t you think? I’m already in the habit of working out five times a week, so maybe I’ll have to up that to eight times a week or something. I can go to Sun Rise step at 5:30 am MWF. (Except that I don’t believe in getting out of bed that early).

I’m all excited about getting fit. I just hope it works. I am at my plateau so it gets really frustrating. I guess I should just be happy because I’m the same size I was all through high school, but since I was a fat pig in high school it’s hard to take joy out of that fact. I should get some of the pictures out from the first time Mike and I met so I can really see the difference in my body and encourage myself to work harder so I can lose more. Or something. Really, though, I think things are going pretty well. Julie got me a great low-fat cookbook and I’ve been learning a lot from it. My dad is not pleased with the low-fat diet, but anyone who weighs over 400 pounds better just shut up and eat whatever I feed them.

And now it’s time to go and try to read more of this silly book I’m reading (Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke). It had a lot of buzz so I picked it up, but I sure am glad I got it from the library. It’s not bad, really, but it is very young.

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