First we did these deep, walking 'squat/lunge' moves where you strut across the gym looking a lot like Groucho Marx, or maybe Monty Python's silly walks! Amazingly enough, no one laughs at you.. at least not to your face.
Oh my... As a kid who is old enough to have watched "I Dream of Jeannie" before she went into reruns, I can tell you this: Never work out with a powerhouse gym rat in his early 20's! For two days I have been walking around like a cross between Mae West and a wounded crab! (I hope you're getting the visual) Ouch! No pain, no gain?? We need to find the sadist who coined that phrase and bring him to justice!First we did these deep, walking 'squat/lunge' moves where you strut across the gym looking a lot like Groucho Marx, or maybe Monty Python's silly walks! Amazingly enough, no one laughs at you.. at least not to your face. After doing this the length of the gym three times, your thighs and butt give you an indescribable sensation. Wait, actually I think I can describe it. It feels like you just ran up the Empire State Building in a pair of stiletto heels....with a couch on your back! Have I already said 'Ouch'? Next came stepping exercises: Step up on the weight bench, (15 or 16 inches height), bring the other leg up, step down. Doesn't sound too deadly, but after you do it about 50 times on alternating legs you start to see dead relatives! Ha ha! Mostly, if you're as graceful as I am, you just wish you don't lose your balance. I should mention that as a kid I was advised not to use the monkey bars without a net. I was a Band-Aid billboard ! Still, even with the soreness (and the scent of Ben Gay wafting in the air), I can tell you that this work out lifted me to a new level! And in the true spirit of masochism and summer fashion, I will be doing it again! (Ouch in advance!) Well, I finally broke down and bought a true "athletic/support" bra. (for two obvious reasons!) I won't say it's uncomfortable, I will only tell you that I no longer fear an eleven foot boa constrictor. Oxygen? We don't need no stinking oxygen! I guess there's a reason I have never been asked to play Peter Pan in any theatrical productions! So the Weight Watchers ads are flooding the airwaves, aren't they? Jennifer Hudson telling us how strong we can be. I keep wondering if following the diet will make me sing like she does!! The truth is, I have been using the Weight Watcher's points as a tool. Now every morsel has a point value- an egg, an olive, an apple. I will not say I have become obsessed. I will only say that I can tell you how many points are in A Clockwork Orange... On the Presidential Closet Front- there is good news. The scale hasn't had the big dramatic drops, but my George W. Bush era jeans now fit, and breathing is possible! Next stop-- the Clinton years!!! Can I get a little Hail to the Chief?? (and a Girl Scout Thin Mint... LOL!) Let's have an awesome week!!