life, the universe, and donna

“I don’t like you very much right now. I mean, I still love you madly, but I don’t like you at this exact moment in time.”

Usually, this is a conversation I have with the dog when she’s done something ridiculous… but this morning, it was directed at Nick instead. These workouts may be starting to kill me.

I shouldn’t complain — he gave me Friday off, because we were both being lazy and decided that staying in bed for an extra 40 minutes was more fun than working out. True, but … well, I’m not going to have the strength of ten men and the body of a greek goddess any time soon that way.

So, this morning, we were back to it with a vengeance.

Actually, I don’t feel nearly as bad as I did last time around, although I did come much closer to vomiting. I think that was my own fault, though. At one point, I paused for some water, and instead of limiting myself to a couple of sips, downed half the glass. Yeah, I know better, but water was SO GOOD. Given that I’m still recovering from some, er, overindulgence on Saturday night… water is AWESOME.

We did the same circuit (10 crunches, 10 push ups, 10 squats, 10 curls, then 9 of everything, then 8, and so on) as last time, with some additions and modifications. At 5, I had to switch from modified push ups to real ones. We also increased the weight on my curls, and added in … oh, I don’t know what they’re called, more arm thingies with lighter weights, but going out to the side, then straight in front… I dunno, arm thingies.

Once those were done, more jumping jacks, and more medicine ball thingies. Then we played catch with the medicine ball, while sitting balanced with our feet off the ground. Tricky, especially when Nick’s aim is off and the damn thing nearly hits me in the face. Honestly, when balls fly at my face, I don’t want them to be heavy and basketball sized.

The squats weren’t quite as bad this time around. I can make it down stairs without my legs buckling constantly — I still have to hang on, but … well, it looks like that whole building muscle thing actually works. Fucking squats. Still, ask me tomorrow if my legs are aching as badly as they were last week.

And good news: It seems that all of this exercise is working. When I was getting dressed on Saturday night to go out to Sin, I realized that … huh. I look better. I ended up wearing the very first fetish outfit I ever purchased (fairly simple lip service pvc top & skirt) since I haven’t worn it in years… and it fit really well, and looked damn good. Last time I tried to wear the top, it required sucking in my tummy really hard to get it zipped up. Also, holy crap, COMFY. Who knew that fetishwear could be comfortable? This is what I get for wearing corsets most of the time. And this morning, I tried on a skirt I bought 6 months ago, and … it’s too big. Huh.

Even better, I hit the scale and I’ve finally broken that annoying 135 landmark I keep getting stuck at. Seriously, before I moved to Cloverdale, every single time I stepped on a scale, I’d be 135 on the dot. (Moving to Cloverdale, uh, didn’t do well for me. Those regular Mom-cooked meals and constant stream of tasty and terribly unhealthy snacks put on an extra 8-10lbs in the 6 months that I lived there… whoops.)

Today? 133. Go me. Granted, this may be because yesterday, I didn’t get home til 6:30 in the morning, and couldn’t eat anything all day til about 8… although when I DID eat, it was a double big mac and large fries. Heh.

I like measurable progress. The numbers on the weight thing don’t really matter all that much, but it’s nice to see something happening. I LIKE seeing a difference. Like the fact that I can actually do real pushups now without either fucking them up, or giving up after only a few. I’m thinking next time we do this (Wednesday!) I’m going to try to do real push ups from 10 to 5, and then switch to modified… or maybe I’ll suck it up and do them all the way through. (Hmm. Maybe I’ll save that for Friday. Ow.)

I adore Nick for giving me the motivation to actually get my ass in gear and get in better shape. I’ve been trying to for a year now, but just couldn’t get the motivation to get moving. Now? Well, my motivation tends to be looking at him all nekkid-like. Oh my. Yep, that works.

For the record, in case y’all are thinking “Gee, why can’t Nick just like her the way she is?”, Nick thinks I look just fine all nekkid-like and only pushes me to do this shit because I ask him to. And I do too for the most part, but I think I can improve on it. He even assures me that if I got all fat & sassy, he’d still love me. Excellent. I can be squat & round in my old age when I cease giving a shit… but while I’m still young (& sassy), I think I’d like to make my body look like I think it SHOULD look. (I’m kidding. I’d like to stay fit even when I’m old. But hey, it’s nice to have options!)