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It had been a while since I hit the gym. I've been going a bit but more to try out new shoes and then wait for other shoes to come in and then get new shoes again after the shoes I ordered weren't even ordered. Long story short, I got my new shoes and went to Muscle Sculpt. To my surprise, when I walked in there was a short, lets say "Asian or Chinese" (I can never tell the difference no offence out there) man with medium to large sized glasses and large teeth teaching.
"Alrighty, let's see how this goes" I said to myself.
About 10 seconds in I start to realise this guy is a total spaz and start giggling like mad at the display going on in front of my eyes. This guy is REVED UP! He's ready to go! He had more energy than everyone in the room combined. I honestly could not stop laughing.
"Holy *&$^ this guy is *$%^#*& nuts!" I said to myself.
He said ass a lot and Hell twice. At this point I fell in love. Then we did some inner thigh work out squeezing a ball in between our legs.
"Squeeze! Push!"
It sounded like he was coaching 30 women through intense labour.
Then we did squats
"Stick that ass out! Stick that money maker out!"
Man, it was so funny but also the most intense work out I've ever had. He looses count and then makes up a different number. He asks what else we want to work on. It's amazing. I hope he understands when I decide to stalk him all over the city to attend his class. My arms are so tired right now it's actually hard to type and they are shaking with fatigue. This may not excite everyone, but it makes my day.
Then, I came home in a fantastic mood and feeling much better than the grump I felt like after work. My cat started crying at me. So, I went and looked at the pathetic pictures of her with her pathetic leg and even felt better about being kept up all night.
I really do rely on physical activity to keep my head straight. I can become really depressed and down if I don't. I realise that now.
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I still hate my spell check though. With a deep passion.
I wish I could come. Stinkin Dorkton. I have no motivation or workout buddies here. It sux.
Oh yeah, I have to tell you.
Tonight in the bath:
Ben: Hey. I have a bum. That's my bum.
Me: Yup.
Ben: And Aunty has a bum.
Me: Ha ha ha ha ha ha...
Don't forget the, "Stick those balls between your legs. Pump it! Pump it!"
And the stripper moves. Ohhh, the stripper moves.
It was so crazy I hardly believe it even happened.
wow.. that work out guy is intense.
Becky... there are a lot of people working out in stinkin Dorkton. Stop making excuses.
Now.. lets talk about your cat. You referred to him as 'asshole cat' in the last entry.. which actually made me laugh aloud.. and now he's got flowers near his.. aquarium?
what the heck?
YES INDEED I HAVE A BUM. LOL. I LOVE BEN.
THE FLOWERS WERE HER POST SURGERY FLOWERS. SHE'S NOT IN AN AQUARIUM YOU DORK. SHE'S LAYING ON A BLANKET ON THE FLOOR. LOL.
I am surprised my self esteem is intact this week.
You guys call me a 'freak' then a 'dork'...
yah.. you are all guts when its over some blog site, but I know you wouldn't say it to my face.
It still looks like an aquarium. That cat should be quarantined. I can smell it from here.
ha.
I'm not making excuses. I work out alone. It sucks. It's boring and I hate it. I don't want to work out with "people". I want to work out with Ang. If I could work out with her it would be fun(ner). Funner than anyone in Dorkton. Funner than even Richard Simmons.
And you're right. I wouldn't call you a freak to your face. Cause you're tough and scary. Freaky scary.
great. now I'm freaky scary.
sigh.
I work out alone. LOVE it! finally get some time to myself! no kids bugging me! woo hoo!
Yes, but what you don't realize is that I hate excerise in any form as a matter or principle. (Or principal, if you will...)
Realise?
Excercize?
oF principle
frich
LOL.
LOL.
LOL.
I LOVE TODAY. I DONNO WHY. ITS JUST PLAIN FUN.
fricK
i suck
I know why you are having a good day. It's cause your life always looks better when someone else's sucks. That's why I watch Dr. Phil and Wifeswap. So I can feel surperior.
Superior too.
Why can't comments have a frichin spell checker?
that was very mysterious.. me signing in as anonymous! ha!
I am not an exerciser either. so I feel your pain on that one.
I would never sign up for a gym class like Ang did... that would be a gong show for me.
I don't have a need to feel superior though.... I guess that comes with being freakin' scary.
You are ALL OVER the internet today. I am loving it.
LOL.
Waaaaaaa Haaaaaaaaaa
Dude. That's funny. I would have laughed or cried. Or both. Whatever. Except I never would have gone into a gym in the first place, so... I wouldn't have actually done anything. Gyms are scary and make me cry. Last time I tried working out in a gym (which was in my apartment building) I tried to do things, but I couldn't, and ended up going back upstairs in tears and eating a bag of hickory sticks.
Nice spelling Becky. Man that made me laugh. And feel better about myself. So thanks. :P
Forgot to say how pathetic your cat does look. Now don't you feel bad for calling him an asshole?
I don't think she should feel bad for calling the cat an asshole.
most cats are assholes.
its just a reality.
a fact.
true to the core.
...and they smell.
and shed.
first of all, its a she. i like calling "female" things ass hole. i don't know why but it makes me laugh. so, no i don't feel bad.
donna is a freaky animal hater.
kad bought my cat flowers. cause well, that's just the kind of guy kad is.
wow.
I just had my first meal in 41 hours. Its not sitting right.
I really shouldn't have selected 'dead cat' as my first meal. Its probably what gave me this feeling in the first place.
ha ha ha ha!
I hate cats for good reason.
they are psycho.
and smell
and shed
and are freaky scary.
and we all know why kad bought the friggin' cat flowers. You think its 'adorable'... but we all know better. You can't see it.. cause you are in it.
sigh.
cause he wants to "get some"?
oh.
you do know.
just keep thine eyes open.
LOL.
I love this chat room.
Great post, great comments. People in gyms tend to frighten me too, but also make me feel superior because I'm at least not that screwed up. Yipes. Funny, funny stuff.
Holy crap.
I nearly ran into a guy at the railway crossing today.
Light blue van..
the driver had brown hair and
big 80s glasses..
It had to be Glen.
all safe.
all good.
close call.
walked away.
at least.. there were no cats in the van.
Otherwise I would've rammed it.
holy crap!
that's intense. i'm glad your ok.
You guys are crazy. Sorry Donna, I am a cat lover, so I don't agree that they stink. (They only stink if they forget to wipe after using the litter box.) I do have to give you the "shed" one.
Hmmm.. these comments aren't coming in as quick as they used to. So I think I need to share a deep thought.
The flu.
Illness?
or Weight Loss Program?
I had the flu earlier this week.. and I managed to lose a couple pounds that I haven't been able to take off with vigorous exercise. okay.. maybe not 'vigorous'... but 'some' exercise.
so you tell me....
Isn't a little virus worth it?
Go out and lick people.
Lose 5 pounds!
I should make a banner.. a poster.. bumper stickers. This could be big.
i totally agree. i love getting sick for that exact reason. perhaps we should bottle the flu and sell it in caps form. two weeks before a big party? get sick. now you can fit into that slutty dress. perfect.
what should it be called?
Binge and Purge?
hmmmm
no.
I think that's the slogan for Bulimics.
hmmm something 'virus' ... and loss..
VIRLOSS
AHA!
I am brilliant!
Buy VIRLOSS to lose that extra 5 pounds!
Once, I got really sick for three months and lost a lot if weight. Of course I gained it back after. Aaaand there was this tiny drawback of stopping breathing twice.
A lot OF weight. Gosh.
I thought there'd be a new post. Dang.
you want new post?
you GOT new post.
here I am.
sipping coffee.
contemplating life.
listening to pirated Norah Jones music.
that's right.
I admit it.
I downloaded instead of buying it.
but I have a good reason.
Its cold outside.
and the store is closed.
and when you need Norah.
you need Norah now.
well..
***in big voice***
NORAH'S IN THE HOUSE!
ahem
correction
***again in big voice***
NORAH'S IN THE COLD HOUSE!!
ya!!! woo hoo!
I think when I grow up,
I want to be Norah.
I really do.
I want to sing lounge music in smoky bars.
wait..
now with the new smoke laws,
there are no smoky bars.
So I will sing lounge music in bars
and I want a really big glass jar on the piano.
and I want to learn how to slither along the top of the piano if the song calls for it.
which most do.
until then...
I will sing along with Norah
and dream.
Do - Mi - So - Mi - Dooooooooooooh!
Umm... cool. I want a new post, too. haven't you gotten enough comments already. And I can't stand looking at your pathetic little kitty anymore. Thanks.
You know Donna, aparantly there is a new coffee shop opening in town. I am going to pass on your little life long fantasty to the owner.
I am SO THERE to see you fall off...er...ahem...I mean slither across that piano.
Ta Da!!! Dreams can come true!!! *big finish*
Was this more fun than getting kicked out of aqua-size? There is nothing funnier than going to old lady aqua-size. I'd go by myself just for fun! I went once and I had to get in a line like follow the leader. I'm laughing here all by myself in the basement. Thats funnier than weight watcher cakes.
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