I don’t do New Year Resolutions, but apparently I have a lot of Personal Goals

I am not good with the whole New Year’s Resolution thing. In the past, I would make them and not follow through, so it really was a mute tradition. Finally I learned that about myself and stopped making them. My new plan for New Year’s Resolutions? No New Year’s Resolutions! Success! I was excellent on following through on nothing. Goooo me!

I followed the don’t-make-a-resolution plan for the past few years. This year, since our son is two and he can kind of start to understand some traditions (Christmas this year was so. much. fun!) we decided to talk about New Year’s Resolutions. I asked my husband what his resolution was, and he said he wanted to start eating healthier. I laughed at him and told him that was stupid. You know, because I’m a supportive wife like that. I mean, isn’t that the most over used resolution? I think I accidentally hurt his feelings, because he didn’t seem very excited about asking me what mine was. I think I had a luke warm premonition to start blogging.

New Year’s passed, no big changes were made at our house, and life went on. Then, at the end of January, I discovered that I’m a little bit fat. And I started to so something about it. So maybe my husband’s idea wasn’t really so bad after all. And this blogging thing? I’m totally doing that, too! I still have a lot to learn, but I am working on it almost every day.

The hubs and I have also set some financial goals for ourselves. The hope is to be in a much better financial place next year, and we are actively working towards that. For him, that means pulling some over time at work, and for me that means checking the bank account daily and not going on that Starbucks run or buying the little guy that super cute shirt at Target. I have to admit, it’s a little bit hard.

For someone who doesn’t believe in the whole New Year’s Resolution thing, I sure do have a lot of long-term goals lined up in front of me.  But they are goals I am excited about, and that help me become a better person physically, emotionally, and financially. And they are realistic things that I can do in baby steps. Maybe for this year’s New Year Resolution, I will try to remember not to laugh at my husband and tell him his ideas are stupid. Or something like that. I have to leave some room for improvement, right?

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I went to the gym and then I died

Let’s discuss how I am fat, you guys. Not obese and not horribly fat, but enough where I am in a size I never thought I would be in and where I just don’t feel comfortable. I feel yucky. The kicker? This weekend, I helped throw a baby shower for one of my best friends.  There are three of us that grew up together and have been BFFs (yep, I totally went there) since third grade. A LONG time. Now that we are older the pictures of the three of us together are getting harder and harder to obtain, so of course we had to get one at this shower. You guys, you could not tell which one of us was pregnant. It really just looks like a picture of the three of us and we’ve all just had way too much to eat over the years. Which is true. But one of us has a baby in her belly. And I do not. That’s a problem.

I’ve been feeling yucky about myself for a while but lacked the true motivation to do anything about it. I bought a gym membership deal off Living Social in October but never activated it. Until Friday.

With my new-found motivation to get in shape and my half off gym membership waiting to be activated in my car, I decided Friday was the day. I pulled on my big girl panties, some sweat pants,  the one sports bra I own, and a baggy t-shirt. Rea-dyyy!! Then I got my little guy ready for school and we headed out. After dropping him off I programmed the GPS to my new gym location and headed that way. Of course I got lost. But alas, the gym was found and I went in.

This particular “gym” is not actually a gym, but it is a place geared towards moms and offers fitness programs based on classes. It seems you are not paying for equipment, but rather for the camaraderie of other moms working out with you and for an instructor to keep you going. When you walk in, there is a front desk where you sign in and register and then just a HUGE open room. That is the workout room. They only hold one class at a time. If you need childcare, the children are watched by one supervising adult out in the hallway. (Not sure I was a huge fan of that part.)

The particular class offered that morning was called “Friday Booty Blast.” The description reads, “(for moms only) is a high-intensity circuit training class guaranteed to burn calories and blast fat. Start your weekend off feeling fit and strong!” Or completely defeated. You know, however you want to feel afterwards.

First of all, these moms do not wear sweats and baggy t-shirts and probably own more than one sports bra. These moms were in CUTE workout gear. They looked cute! My insecure inner self immediately resorted to pubescent thoughts of self loathing. Why did you wear such ugly clothes? Now you will never fit in with the popular kids. And why, oh why, didn’t you wear make-up?! 

The class started with some stretching, some neck rolling and some side to side step touching. I got this. Then we moved on to stations in groups of 4. First up, arm workouts with resistance bands with a partner. Done. I carry around a 30 pound toddler on a daily basis people. Next, sit ups with a partner while throwing a medicine ball. Ummm I honestly don’t remember the last time I did a sit up. But I handled it. Third, stepping up on a 5 foot high (this is only a slight exaggeration) platform repeatedly for thigh strengthening. I think I’m losing this game. Finally, planking and walking with your feet in a side-middle-side motion. Yep, after one, I was just sitting on the floor watching.

After stations, we regrouped for group circuit training which involved one minute of various exercises in between sets of 30 jumping jacks. The various exercises included jumping in place, squats, lunges, push ups, planking, tuck jumps, burpees, and mountain climbing. Some of these things are what I imagine football teams do for training. I am not a football player. By the end of this torture, I was just side to side step touching for everything. You go, you cute, popular girls! I’ll just be over here….

Then we got a water break, which I took to mean, go to the bathroom and contemplate your own existence while peeing because oh my god I am dying, then splash water on my face and pretend that I totally belong here. (Even though, obviously, I do not.) I went back in the room to find that the newest game was to crabwalk the length of the room, do a set of one of the various activities from circuit training, and run back to bear walk across the room, etc. I look ridiculous. Is everybody looking at me? Why does my shirt keep riding up and showing my belly? That’s not attractive. 

Thank goodness that after that we came back into a group and finished up with a “butt toning” exercise and stretching.

Afterwards, the instructor came over and asked if I had any questions and said she hoped I would be back.

Oh, I will be back because I just activated this month membership and don’t want to waste the money. I mean I knew I was out of shape, but oh. my. gah.

I thanked the instructor and told the front desk lady I would see them next week. And then I went to my car and died.