On Saturday night I was sitting next to Gareth, poking and prodding my belly and arms with my thumbs.
"I hate being bigger than you," I grumbled.
"Bigger than me?"
"Yeah. I seem bigger today. Taller. Wider. Blobbier all of sudden. Like I am lording over you."
"Like Kermit and Robin?"
"YEAH that’s it. Precisely!"
Then on Sunday I was making excuses.
"Haven’t got time to do weights today" I said to myself, "Gotta watch the New York Marathon."
Yes, too busy to exercise because I’m too busy sitting on my arse watching other people exercise on the telly. Similar to the entire month of June, when I snapped and foamed at anyone suggesting I go out for a walk. "I’m too busy writing a book about how much I love exercise to do actual exercise!"
But that bloody Paula Radcliffe put me to shame. She popped out a baby just six months ago and there she was leading the race. So I scraped myself off the couch around mile ten and went off to do my weights. I arrived back, muscles buzzing, just in time to see her dazzling victory.
Afterwards I was preening in the mirror, flexing biceps and purring, etc etc. How the bloody hell does that work? They were the same arms as the night before, but now they seemed rather svelte and cool.
So personally, skinniness seems to be just a state of mind. Not much to do with actual state of the body, and greatly influenced by endorphins 🙂
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Last night I went back to KICKBOXING! Woohoo! I’d done just one class back in January as part of my New Year’s Resolutions but completely knackered my dodgy knee again. But this time I wore a knee support, modified moves that I knew would hurt instead of charging ahead and pretending otherwise. I had a bloody brilliant time. Oooh the pain! The violence! The good feeling! Rawk.
This time I was much less wimpy while holding the pads, too. I actually held them up steadily instead of throwing my hands over my head and cowering in fear. I was a bit slow due to the usual Left and Right Confusion – I took too long to make the "L" sign behind the pad so I got kicked in the wrist. Hehehe.
Today my back and arms and abs are sooo sore but the knee feels okay! Touch wood. I will need to be careful but hope to carry on. As much as I try to get excited about gym cardio, the kicking and punching REALLY does it for me. It’s something to look forward to and relish, as opposed to merely tolerate.
I also spied some new spinning bikes at the gym, looks like they’ve started spinning classes. WOOHOO! The Great Indoors suddenly looks quite appealing this winter.