Today, I decided that my neck injury finally felt Ok enough to go to the gym and take a class for the first time in ages. In fact, the class I took tonight is one that I love but haven’t taken since June 2009. Why did I take such a hiatus? If I knew why I choose to get really out of shape every winter and then really mad at myself every spring, I could probably solve a lot of people’s problems. But I don’t know why I do these kind of idiotic yet predictable things, although I am sure that I’m not the only one. It had been so long since I’d taken the class that I was afraid my favorite instructor wouldn’t be there, and I was like: man if he’s not here, that’s it, I’m packing my bags and leaving. Fortunately for my winter gut, he was there, unfortunately for my weak body he kicked my ass. He kicked my ass, and 30 other ladies in the class showed me how to do it right. An hour after I got home, my muscles are still trembling with that extra working hard feeling that I sometimes get. Of course I’m really proud of myself for getting through it, but it’s a little scary to think that I have such a long way to go. Hopefully nobody reported my silent mouthing of the “Effing As” and the “Stupid What the Fs” with sweat dripping all over the place because I’ll just have to deny it. I really wish I hadn’t worn my 13.1 t-shirt, it only made matters worse! Also, it seriously chaffs my armpits (TMI? I don’t care, I’m in pain bitches!).
So now that all the flowers are starting to blossom, and our windows can be left open during the day it’s time to get my ass off our Ikea couch because if I sit on it too much it might fall apart. It’s time to reclaim the bikini body I had last summer and stop being such a lazy muffin top. Spring is officially here!