Ninety to go...

This is it. I've had it. I am going to start a blog to record what I am doing to actually reach 0! So, I will start with the number 90! Yes, incredibly so, this is what I want to lose, although I would be perfectly happy as long as all my blazers fit and my beautiful skirts can be worn with a belt. I love love belts, but with huge huge huge hips and but...it does not make for a good combination.

As soon as I turned 40, I decided to join curves. Somehow, they knew I was overweight? I don't know, but a trial card came my way for a free month. Needless to say I joined for a year. I was pretty consistent, going for an average of 4 times a week. The only thing, is that life is not that simple, and it was a horrendous year emotionally, and I did eat (gravely and on purpose badly). Thank goodness, that I did not gain, but did manage to lose 5 pounds. I joined thinking I was going to lose, but was sadden that I hardly did. I consider it a good gym, but you shant be complacent and kick your toouch. I thought I had done so but needed to be more aggressive. I was obsessed at having beautiful arms and was happy to have weights intermingled with the workout; sadly it is pretty pricey and had to look for other options.

So Alf, added me to his gym membership at 24. We will see how it goes, for now this is it.

So today...I had 30 minutes of the brutally sweat from every where possible StairMaster. It looks just like the electrical escalators at the mall. My friend Esther, has done this one for a while, and my husband can do like 30 min at level 11. Since it was the first time I did it, I was ultra conservative and did level 3. It was okay, sustainable and not super exhausting. Although I did sweat from my face, kind of uniformly, it kept coming into my eyes, and from the top of my hands...who knew? sweat come from there?

Also I was signed up to do the cycle class, but the super amazing teacher that arrives 15 minutes early each class time, was like 10 minutes late, that is when everyone started leaving and I decided to catch a class before my 'BABY SITTING' time was over. So I headed to do a PILATES class. This is the second class I have done and it was pretty embarrassing, as I am super super super overweight...but I guess, my humiliation point is soo low and I do desire more so do actually do something and be something than to worry how I looked. Sorry and so true, I was the fattest in the class...I've never thought of myself as obese, but truth be told, I am, and I do not want to continue like this, so I did the whole hour. It was good and inspiring...my instructor is a beautiful lady about 50ish...and looks like a beautiful barbie doll. She told me to come on Friday to her Latin/dance class....so I am signing up for that!

Then the step class started and figured I still had like 20 more minutes...so I did start that, until they told me, 'DIAPER' duty was due. The girl had told me I had two hours, but I could probably squeeze another class, but wetness called.

I am amazed at myself. I have a pretty good condition, and can go and go and go...but I am astonished at how grotesque I am and look. It is not fair, but life is not...so here we go in this roller coaster.