getting married is wonderful. going on a three week honeymoon is amazing. gaining weight from said honeymoon, lacks in awesomeness.
so before the wedding i was a workout fiend...wake up, workout, go to the office, come home, workout, go to bed. my very own two-a-days. i was like an "at-heat-stroke-risk" texan high school football player. i was on a strict nutrition plan and somehow i managed to stay consistent without throwing myself in front of oncoming traffic or passing out on a treadmill a la dj tanner (full house reference for those ignorant folks who claim to have never watched that show). the wedding came, my dress fit, i felt amazing, and then i was wisked away to italy and greece for three glorious weeks (my life sounds tragic, i know). our meals resembled episodes of man vs. food, more than they were normal dinners for humans. but who cares, i was honeymooning. i was blissful. my clothes were too big for me anyway.
that came to an end.
i gained about 9 lbs on that trip (all worth it) until i realized i had to workout to get rid of the poundage. now, i was never heavy to start with, although i did put on about 15 pounds in the 3 years i dated my husband. but far from obese, morbidly or otherwise. and for the wedding i dropped that love weight and then some.
so here i was, back to reality and i decided, you know what, i'll sign up for bootcamp. my trainer, who i worked with during the wedding (i'm not some hollywood glamazon who has a full-time trainer), was leading the class and i figured why not. the primary drawback was that it was at 6am twice a week...but twice a week? i could manage.
so, week 1 of bootcamp. i was in class ready to go. the warm up - easy. the first 30 min - cake. god, this is bootcamp? and then came our drills -- races, suicides, weird jumps -- over and over again. i finally realized what it must feel like to be a 400 lb woman on the biggest loser. 5 more minutes and i would have been throwing up in the corner and crying...you know, standard biggest loser workout. (god, they're always crying, aren't they? but then again if jillian michaels was in my face calling me a fatty, i'd be in tears too).
week 2 of bootcamp. we ran stairs. i mean do i need to say more than that? it was as awful as it sounds. maybe i have sports-induced asthma. you know, from all those sports i play. still no vomiting, which is a plus.
week 3 of bootcamp. we did stations. my least favorite - jump rope. how is it that i can go to spin class for 90 min but 1 min intervals of jump rope are pure torture? and as if i need more reason to hate jump ropes, on my way out of class (i leave early to go to spin immediately afterward bc i'm psychotic), i was whacked in the arm by someone jump-roping. insult to injury...or perhaps in this case it was injury to insult? who knows? i hate jump ropes.
well, i only (only! ha!) have 5 more weeks of bootcamp to go. i'll keep you posted on the vomit watch but in the meantime, i've lost 4 lbs. take that italy!
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