Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Holy Crow ...

Jimney Cricket .... Peter Pan ... Goodness Gracious ... OMIGOSH.

I am so *freaking* out of shape that it is just a sad, sad, sad (get the emphasis) situation.  I have no idea how my husband has put up with me like this for so long.  Remember on Tuesday how I complained about my pseudo-Yoga class because I was aching like a SOB that day after my first class back in 2.5 years? Tonight, my friends, was KETTLEBELLS.  What, you ask?  Kettlebells.  Just like it sounds tea "kettle" dinner "bells" - and this same teacher that kicked my arse on Monday night threw me and my eight pound kettlebell for a loop tonight.  I had to stop periodically during the hour long class not only to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face but to concentrate on remaining concious.  Can you imagine if I passed out from being fat in front of super skinny, kick as$ instructor plus the other 4 girls in the class?  Omigoodness - that would have been even more horrific than my stopping to regain composure. 

I texted my hubby who has the kidlets picking up Twink from gymanstics practice that if he came home and found me DEAD not to be surprised.  I was shocked to see how bright PINK my face was when I walked into the house.  I jumped into the shower and it felt sooooo good. Kind of like one of those cool showers that you take after spending the day on the beach and you're all tired and sunburned ... and the water actually heats up after leaving your skin because of the sunburn....that's what it was like -- sans the ocean, beach, sunburn and sweet smell of coppertone ... all that was there was sweat and heat.  YUK.  25 minutes later, my face is still as red as it was when I walked out of the class.  I hope it goes away before I have to go to work tomorrow. 

What I really hope is that SweeTart sleeps through the night tonight.  She was up again last night.  After trying to get her to go back to sleep in our bed for 45 minutes, I finally brought her downstairs to watch TV so the hubs could get some rest.  An hour and a half later, I took her back to her crib and begged the hubs to tell her to go to sleep.  She did.  I got an hour's worth of sleep before the alarm went off.  Anyhoo - she's on meds tonight for acid reflux so hopefully that will cure her sleepless nights (she was puking as soon as she woke up too .. did I already say that?  I can't remember.)

Thank you, dearest husband o' mine, for sending me back to exercise class.  The muscles I forgot existed in my body will be thanking you tomorrow when you will literally have to either kick me out of or pull me up from the bed, because, seriously, I don't think I'm going to be able to move. 

No worries, I plan on going back for more on Monday night and have already told the skinny lady teacher girl that if she cancels class because she is going to see the wonderful FLYERS play there is no way in H.E. double hockey sticks I can do Pilates Yoga and Kettlebells together in one class.  That would be one funny night. 

The fam is home... hopefully my face isn't still crimson color.  I might scare them.

7 comments:

Julie said...

Oh I feel your pain. You are doing wonderfully though, you are out and about working hard. Keep it up.
Take car and have blessed nights rest and I hope tomorrow you wake up, able to move and enjoy your day. Sweet dreams.

Debbie said...

I have mostly been a couch potato all my life. I started exercising a few months ago and I know exactly how you feel! Hang in there. It truly gets easier.

HeartsMakeFamilies said...

I know exactly how you feel. And honestly right now I should feel the same way but I need to get to where you are first lol.

becca said...

kettlebells are BRUTAL. i like zumba class! it is much more my speed.

Angie said...

I'm now following you from blog hop friday

Bree said...

so funny! hope you aren't too sore, sometimes it's worse day 2-4! following from blog hop, thanks for stopping in and hopping around. www.breebee.com-

designHER Momma said...

oh I know exactly what kettlebells are and they are killer. have at it girl!