for all one of you who are anxiously awaiting photographic evidence of my fitness metamorphosis, hang tight. they are forthcoming, although you can't really see much yet.
the change has, thus far, mostly been in my brain. i hate the routine. i hate waking up to drive over to maria's every other day after i've slept a spotty night's sleep punctuated with clem potty breaks every few hours. but i go. every time. and maria and her greeneyed catahoula, etta, are waiting at the door for me. etta hugs me with the grace of a mama dog, and maria hands me a water bottle. "and how are you today?" she asks with her fabulous german accent, and i reply, honestly, every time: i'm really tired. "oh, we'll fix that," she counters. "hop on the bike, let's wake your legs up. let's get your body all warm and ready to work." thus begins the hour. pedal pedal pedal. more more more resistance. and then upper body, lower body, middle body: push and pull, lift and squat. squeeze and sweat. face flushed. drink some water, girl.
and then? it's over. i've survived yet again. i'm awake. my legs and arms and abs and ass are all humming a tune of accomplishment for another day.
i'm doing it. i'm doing it.
so, i don't think i have lost any weight yet (but of course, i'm still fond of the beer and wine, so...) but my body is awake. my frame feels stronger as i move through my day. legs are firmer, and my arms are coming out from hiding underneath the flab, finally.
it's week three now, we're stepping it up, maria says. more weight. more reps. less rest. more sweat.
i'm doing it. i'm doing it.
I *so* need some of that. Keep doing it girl! (for the both of us)
Posted by: jude at November 10, 2006 2:45 AM