Kicking my butt

So.. I have now been going to Gold's gym since Jan. Now I haven't really gotten myself into a real routine yet. With puppies, dog shows , weather, it has really been pretty hit and miss. But I can now say that I have tried all the classes and they ALL KICK MY BUTT.. There is not one easy class that I can say,, "Oh I really like this one". They all make me feel like I am going to die. And the worst part of it, the other people in the class, don't seem to be reacting like me. They cheer and clap like this is fun. Are you kidding me? What is fun about almost falling off your ball or step and nearly breaking your ankle. Or doing billions of squats, lunges, push ups, jumping jacks. This is not fun, this is torture. But there is one class that I haven't tried yet and I am tempted. It may be right up my alley.. I am reluctant though, because if I can't master this one and if I am the only one that struggles I may just have to throw in the towel. It is called "Silver and Fit" If this kicks my butt, than what?

The Circle of Life

So. Saturday night the family ( minus Newell) went to the Kennedy Center in DC to watch the National Symphony preform some of our favorite Disney tunes. The Little Mermain, the Lion King, Aladin, it was all there. We enjoyed ourselves. We had a nice dinner before, and then the show. After, we returned to the parking garage where it was a parking lot. Everyone trying to leave at one time and everyone going nowhere fast. The group of us were saying our goodbyes, since we had different cars. As I was hugging Mere, this guy honked his horn at me because I was standing in front of his car. Now, again we were sitting in traffic. So I looked at him and said "what are you doing? We are really not going anywhere, so chill out". Well, Mere lost it. She started to yell, don't honk the horn at my mom.. We were just in the Disney show listening to all these really nice songs about getting along and It's a small world, and you are beeping your horn. Well, the guy in the car starting yelling back.. It escalated pretty quickly. Tyler went over and began to yell at the guy, who then got out of the car. Tyler shoved Mere aside to get her out of harms way, I went into the middle pulling Tyler away and yelling that it was done. Well, finally we were able to difuse the situation and we all walked away. Pretty scary stuff. Grandma was shaking, Mere was still fuming, Tyler was no happy.. I think Andrew was having a cigarette.

I hate to admit it

So.. after a full week of no wine ( until the weekend, which we decided by committee does indeed begin on Thursday) I got on the scale and lost 3 pounds. Now. I did go to the gym 4 times and almost killed myself, and ate most of the week like a rabbit, I will have to admit, although I hate to, the wine might have something to do with the weight. We'll see how week two goes. Oh and by the way, if a Superbowl party happens to fall on Sunday, than Sunday is considered the weekend as well.

Balancing Act

So yesterday at the gym I took a new class. It was called Ball Fitness, or something like that. I figured it was laying around on the giant ball and doing sit ups. Boy was I wrong. There was a ball alright, but only half of one. The object was to stand on the ball and balance yourself while we did things like squats, leg lifts and push ups. Well, I spent the entire hour just focusing on trying not to fall off and kill myself. To make matter worse, the class was about 20 women and 1 guy. And you know the guy.. Older, really loud and over the top. He was positioned right behind me. Well, he couldn't stay on the ball to save his life. But when he fell off, he made a big dramatic move that I caught out of the corner of my eye which then would mess me up. I almost said something, but figured I just wouldn't go there. Anyway, I feel pretty achy today, because I concentrated so hard on not killing myself, I think I might have pulled a muscle.

Friday is here

So.. Friday is here the official start of the weekend. So, again when does it begin. Newell says not until after 5 o'clock.. But ya know... It's 5 o'clock somewhere, so happy weekend.

2 hour Delay

So. I get up yesterday and head out to the gym for my step class. Well, imagine my surprise when there was no one there. I waited, I checked the board and than finally went to the front desk to ask what happened to the class. Well, she said, when the schools have a 2 hour delay, the morning classes are canceled. What? I said incredulously. Are you kidding. Is this kindergarten or what? So, now I have to watch the weather to see if there is a snow delay.. And for the record, it was raining...

When does the weekend start

So.. you know I am not drinking wine. Well, that is not entirely true. Not drinking wine during the week. Only on the weekends. So the discussion at my house now is when does the weekend start and end. Some believe, ( like me) that the weekend begins on Thursday.. I remember in college that Thursday nights were often the beginning of the weekend.. Newell says that it doesn't begin until Friday at 5:00. Well, Ok than, so when does it end? Sunday night is still the weekend than, right? Well, he says Sunday at 5pm ends the weekend. Well, that just doesn't seem very fair. No Thursday night and no Sunday night. Not much of a weekend.. HMMMM...