Long term readers may recall in December 2001 I attempted a gym class called Body Jam. The class is described as "the world’s greatest dance-party workout – a new generation fitness class that unlocks everyone’s rhythmic and dancing instincts." Hmmm.
Last time I did this class it was pushing 40’C and the air conditioning was broken. I was also more than 20 kilos heavier. I thought my lungs were going to burst out of my chest and salsa their way out the window.
So has anything changed over two years later? I didn’t feel like I would die this time round. It is still a gruelling cardio session but I am fit enough to keep up the pace. HOWEVER – I still possess two left feet. The class moved so freaking fast that I was just thinking about how to get my legs to move for the first bit when everyone else was hiphopping their way through the chorus. Fark!
But unlike last time, I refuse to give up. Sure, I suck ass, but it was fun. I will just keep hiding up the back being a spazz. I will spend the hour looking at my feet and shuffling awkwardly while my hands stay slack and useless by my side.
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You’ll be pleased to know I’ve come back to Planet Sanity after having my big spazz-out on Thursday. I honestly feel I was going into some sort of withdrawls that day, sparking my evil mood and ultra-crazy writing. Going from scoffing a chocolate bar (at least) per day as well as oodles of baked potatoes and cakes; to cutting that right out is bound to be a wee shock to the system. I remembered the same thing happened to me in 2002 when I finally got on track after a few months of binging. All I did was weep for two days straight and had to go to bed at 7pm to stop myself from eating an entire loaf of bread.
I don’t believe in terms like ‘carb addict’ but I do know the effect that simple carbs can have on me. When I am feeling down, one bar of chocolate is not enough. As soon as I have one, something strange happens to my brain. I cannot simply stop and move on and forget about what I just ate. I immediately want another, and soon I am thinking of great piles of buttery toast and bagels. I have the urge to cram handfuls of potato chips into my mouth, not because I want to eat them but I just crave that crunch and texture and greasy mess. I daydream of diving head first into a giant chocolate cake, or soaking in a bathtub of melted chocolate.
My sister buys a small bar of Green & Blacks 70% Organic Dark chocolate and that’s her sweet treat for the week, she’s satisfied with that. I think that’s a great idea, but for me I know I need to go cold turkey for awhile. Once I am feeling more balanced I’ll be able to have the chocolate and savour it, then stop. I’ve been at this point so many freakin’ times before, so it’s just a matter of getting back into my exercise/good eating routine.
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Saturday is Valentine’s Day and it’s the first V-Day for me where there’s someone who I’m absolutely bananas for! We’re going to a screening of Breakfast at Tiffanys, I still can’t believe I’ve met a heterosexual guy who loves Audrey Hepburn films as much as I do! The cinema’s right near my house so I am going to cook dinner for him.
Holy crap! I’m so nervous. Everytime I’ve cooked for him so far I got so nervous I screwed it up. Like I made brownies and put the greaseproof paper in the bottom of the baking tin the wrong way up, so the paper stuck to the brownies! Can anyone help me out there? I need ideas for a romantic, hard-to-ruin reasonably healthy vegetarian meal! Am I being too specific?!