Desperate Measures: One more
Weigh-in: One more pound lost.
Workout: One more friend gained.
Fitting old pants: Priceless.
We’re heading toward the end of the “Desperate Measures” program and I’m starting to see results. I know this because a woman stopped me at Hy Vee and said she could see my cheekbones. I didn’t have the heart to ask her which cheeks. I also felt guilty enough to avoid the candy aisle and head over to, gulp, bananaland.
I know the next weeks are going to be difficult. My kitchen remodeling project is almost done and I’m going to start filling my refrigerator with food. Interestingly, food that’s good for you needs refrigeration. Food I love can sit out in bags for months. So, I’m going to try and find food that needs refrigeration. I have an M&M drawer in the new kitchen (no kidding — it was the first thing I wanted) and now I’ve got to think of alternatives for a drawer with a glass front that was designed to hold candy. Don’t even suggest a vegetable drawer.
My fellow “DMers” are making great strides. They look thinner, they complete the exercises and they actually appear to be having fun. Interestingly, I’m still the big whiner. I didn’t lose that. But I did realize if you ask a trainer to “show” you how to do an exercise, you eat up time that could have been spent doing the exercise yourself.
I also learned:
1. I still can’t do situps with my arms crossed.
2. I could have the beginnings of buns of steel. I’m feeling plenty of pain in my “glutes” and I actually think my big butt is smaller than it once was. (I once told that to my sister and she said, “Look behind you. It’s still there.”)
3. There are machines that I swear no one but Desperate Measures people use. There’s one that makes you move like a horse and two that flex muscles I don’t think should be flexed. There’s also one that’s ideal for football players but I never see football players on it.
4. Do people who exercise hurt all the time? If that’s the case, I am now a person who exercises.
5. I don’t think I could have been loyal to the program without the bonding that comes from being with other people in the same situation.
During our last group outing, a Y official (and I’m not naming names, Abigayle) shot footage of us working out. If this turns up somewhere and it’s not favorable to me, just know I was unable to hear the trainers’ commands. If I do look like I know what I’m doing, consider it good editing. I wanted final cut (like Tom Cruise gets) but no one was buying.
Next week: The final weigh-in. OMG.
