I’m really trying my best to blend in and do what all ‘Pretty
Girls’ do. Which is being equal parts disguisted and obsessed with my body and
how thin I am. Or not. In the PG World
everything revolves around how I look and what I’m doing to improve my looks. It’s
boring and fascinating at the same time.
I mean, I always cared about how I looked before (I’m not a careless
hobo or anything) but I didn’t obsess about it. I had made a kind of peace
treaty with myself and accepted what I did and didn’t have in the beauty
department. But the truth is I didn’t think I could actually compete on that
playing field so I never even tried to play. Not really. I never committed to seriously trying my very
hardest to make sure I looked the best I could every single day of my life. And for once, I am truly committed
100%. I even threw away my super comfy, elastic waisted ‘eating pants’ that
doubled as pajamas. So, I’m definitely all in!
The most important thing I’ve discovered is that it’s
exhausting. Between exercising and preparing healthy food (and performing
bizarre beauty rituals), I barely have enough hours in the day to catch up with
RHOBH. For the record, I am #TeamVanderpump-Brandi all the way! My family thinks I’ve gone off the grid, my
friends are annoyed and my DVR’s pissed because we don’t spend enough time together
anymore. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. I
love you…don’t ever leave me!”
What’s my total body transformation secret you ask? Well, I
know there’s a lot of losing weight programs out there but I’m just doing the
common sense stuff. Like eating healthy and working out. All the duh! things I
never bothered to actually do consistently before.
So, I’ve been eating a lot of chicken. And broccoli. And
kale. I didn’t even know what the hell kale was until last week. I thought it
was another slang word for cool…like, “That’s sick dude, it’s so kale I can’t
deal.” “Word, bro! Watch this, I’m gonna go totally kale on his ass!” I even tried a three day “goopy”-type detox
cleanse where all I ate was veggies and fasting tea. I know, I’m shocked myself
that I made it through.
But I did. It wasn’t so bad actually. It just involved a lot
of green stuff going in and…coming out. The upside though is that I totally
caught up on my reading. Too much? Sorry…but *spoiler alert* that’s pretty much
all a cleanse involves. Moving on.
Now that I had the
food situation sorted, I checked out a bunch of exercise classes. I’m not gonna
lie, it was intense. I’m still standing…but just barely. Last night I went to
Walgreens to get some Tiger balm and spent twenty minutes quietly eyeballing a
walker as if it was a prospective lover. I eventually decided that it was too
soon for us so I left without one. For now. But I’ll be back, I’m sure of it.
I began my exercise adventure as a PG, by going straight to
the belly of the beast and taking a FlirtyGirl Fitness class.
Flirty Girl Fitness
Ninth circle of hell or innocent pastime? I wasn’t really
sure but I was determined to find out. This
class was advertised as “sexy cardio fun”. I’m thinking they’re gonna teach me
how to be a stripper or at least twerk better than Hannah Montana. I dressed
accordingly. Head to toe in stretchy black and hot pink spandex. Yup! I was
legit, y’all. Once inside I was relieved to find out there wasn’t a pole in
sight. So it wasn’t a serious stripper class just more of a sexy hip-hop dance
class.
The instructor was extremely energetic, and insanely perky
but friendly so I suddenly got really cocky thinking, “I got this” even though
I have almost no formal dance experience. The only two other girls in class were college
students wearing next to nothing (Like if they could have worn just a g string
and leg warmers they would have been ecstatic) and they couldn’t care less
about me, I didn’t exist. Probably because they spent the entire class texting
their boyfriends in between dance moves. Annoying doesn’t begin to describe it.
Especially since there was only the three of us. Four counting the teacher.
The class consisted of various sexy dance moves like, “The
Ashley” “The Britney” “The Cheerleader” and “The Cowgirl” Seriously. I’m not
making this stuff up.
Basically all the moves I learned that night were either
based on pop stars or sexual positions. There
was a lot of “Yeah!” “Whoo-hoo” and staring at ourselves provocatively in the mirror
while we flipped our hair around.
Nobody was dancing like the rent was due but it was actually
sweaty, slightly sexy fun. And I didn’t totally suck. Sadly, I didn’t earn any
tips either but I did learn how to perform “The Fallen Angel”. Which could come
in handy once I start internet dating*. *Which will be…*gulp* next week. Start
praying for me now, please!
Yoga
I signed up for yoga because I thought it would calm and
soothe my mind in addition to helping me learn to be more flexible.
What I encountered was a non-stop menu of poses and positions
that I didn’t understand. The class started with our teacher directing us to,
“Gently pull the flesh away from your sitting bones.” Wait,
what? I didn’t even know I had “sitting bones.” But sure enough, once I pulled
away my super fleshy neither regions…Shabam! There they were. Hiding this whole
time. Hmmm, who knew?
Next she shouted out a completely foreign selection of moves
that I tried desperately to learn before we moved on to the next one. I was
frantic and stressed out…so not the soothing experience I had hoped for.
“Ok, ladies let’s go. First we go into a plank and then
tabletop, then lunge to the front into full warrior pose then tree into
downward dog into kneeling grasshopper into Wal-Mart clearance section into espresso
tears into boxed wine, variation twelve.” What?
Eventually, I gave up and just laid on my back with my eyes
closed breathing heavily. I can’t tell you how excited I was to learn that this was actually the final position of
the night! Well look at that. I guess I’m a natural!
YMCA
There’s a brand new mega million dollar YMCA that just opened up in town. It’s like a glowing, three story, chrome & glass shrine to good health. I’m not actually a member but my friend Heather snuck me in and I checked out a few of the classes.
Spinning
I know how to ride a bike so I figured how hard could this
be? Yeah, right! Newsflash! Spinning has very little in common with riding a
bike. It’s basically boot camp to techno house music with a drill sergeant
screaming in your face and with the added bonus of wheels. I don’t have a lot
to say about this class because I think I blocked it out. However I do remember
at one point mouthing the words, “Help me” to Heather halfway through. She just
smiled and said, “You can do it!” Smug bitch. How did she know? I was just barely hanging on. After class, she wanted to
spin again later in the week but I value my life so I politely declined.
Instead I suggested we try something else. Hopefully something easier. Little
did I know that I had just made the foolhardy decision to jump from the pot all
the way into the fire…
BodyPump
I was nervous once I noticed the people lining up outside
the door for this class. They were focused. Lean. Like long distance runners
but with lots of humongous muscles. All artfully displayed in very tight
bicycle shorty shorts and miniscule brightly colored sports bras. And that was
just the men. I panicked as the teacher strode purposefully to the front of the
class and yelled at us to “Get it together” because, “We body pump in five
people!” Everyone else whooped it up in excitement. I froze. Frightened by what
I could only assume was going to be more exercise than I had previously done in
my entire life combined into one intense class…I wasn’t wrong.
Take your worst fitness nightmare and multiply that by ten.
Then understand that it doesn’t even come close to the hardcore ass kicking I
received in this class. The Gung-ho instructor, Alejandro, had us deadlifting,
rowing and bicep curling with a weight rack while we also did squats. SQUATS!
With no breaks. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR!!!! The weird part? I didn’t die and I
actually kinda liked it. It was like being a submissive or participating on a
forced march. You just put your head down and do what you’re told because at
some point you know this madness has to end. Of course for the next three days
my body hated me as every muscle group was seized up like I spent my entire
weekend dancing The Harlem Shuffle for my office’s version on YouTube. But whatevs.
I survived.
Planet
Fitness
But by the end of the week my body was screaming for me to
stop. Or maybe that was me screaming. Hard to tell because it was so loud
inside my head. My neck won’t turn to the right, my calf muscles feel as hard as
volcano rocks and I’ve lost all feeling in my toes.
So I’ve temporarily retreated to the comfort and convenience
of Planet Fitness where I will slowly walk on a treadmill until I can recover.
This super cheap but clean & friendly gym is open 24
hours a day, 7 days a week and only cost 10 bucks a month so really, what’s not
to love?
The best part? They have massage chairs! And massage beds. I
love it here. Does massage count as working out? God, I hope so. I’m so tired…so
very, very tired!
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