Small Slice

There was a time, a few years ago, when I was lifting weights several times a week.  I had built up my strength quite a bit, and was feeling proud of my little girly muscles.  Even though they were hidden under a generous layer of fat, I knew they were there.  I could feel them, and I felt strong.

Flash forward to now:  I unearthed my old exercise journal, and saw the weights and number of reps that I was doing, and thought that I could just pick right back up. 

Uh. No.

I'm having to start over, almost from the beginning again.  I feel vaguely disappointed in myself - surely those muscles are still there, right?  It feels like I should be able to just start again, and be able to lift that same weight, the same number of times.  Since that's not the case, I'm just going to put aside that training journal, and begin again. 

This is the training routine I'm going to be doing: Mistress Krista's All Dumbells, All the Time.

If you haven't read through Krista's site, it's a fantastic source of information and inspiration to get you up off of the couch (or computer chair, ahem) and get you started with building some fat-burning muscle.  She's got workouts for every level, with gym equipment or ideas for things you can lift around the house.  I really encourage you to check it out.

The main reason I fell out of practice with the weights is sort of silly.  I used to keep my dumbells  on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.  I posted my work out routine there, and while the pasta was boiling, I could grab the weights and squeeze in a few sets.  They looked ridiculous, sitting next to the coffee maker.  I decided to move them to my bedroom, where I could close the door and work out in peace.  I haven't lifted them since. 

So today, I'm moving them back out to the counter.  I'm going to get back in touch with those girly muscles of mine.  I'm going to squat while the sauce simmers.  I'm going to lunge while I broil.  I'm going to dead-lift while I'm dictating spelling.  I'm going to multi-task in new and frightening ways.

Pick out a routine, and pick up something heavy along with me!  Let's flex our girlie muscles!

Something else that needs addressing (or confessing) - I didn't make the dinner I had planned for last night.  The day got totally out of control, and by the time I got home at 6 pm, I couldn't bear to cook a decent meal.  I thought maybe a glass of wine would be just the thing to get me in the mood for cooking.  So, after a glass of wine, on a nearly empty stomach, I found myself a little loopy.  The kids were worn out, and I gave them a quick dinner of french bread and soup, with sliced mozzarella on the side.  I didn't eat that myself, though.  No.

I had a bowl of chocolate ice cream, and then climbed in bed and watched three straight hours of television.  So there you have the Big Slice Off The Wagon Dinner of Champions.  Big glass of wine, chocolate ice cream, in bed.   It was way better than those dried out sausages I cooked last Friday.  Alas - tonight I will resume the actual cooking.  I should've taken a photo of my "dinner" for the SmallSlice album, but I was too busy licking the bowl and contemplating whether it is tacky to put a straw in a wine glass.