what was I thinking?

Well all pumped up after my first sculpting class on Saturday morning, and for my new plan to "lose the jiggle"! That afternoon, I headed to Naragansett with Bruce and my friend Anna to visit my sister-in-law at the beach. We had a great night, dinner at Turtle Soup, I choose the boneless chicken with fresh mozzarella and tomatoes rather than the fried scallops. I was so proud of myself - eight hours and still committed!

Sunday morning I woke up and headed for the bathroom before a walk along the beach...and that's when it happened. As I sat on down on the toilet I felt some pain in my thighs and I could barely stand up. The rest of the day it got worse, the stairs - oh my- the stairs. Three flights at the beach condo and two flights to the top of the coast guard restaurant. I thought I would die. And just when I couldn't take it anymore, my abs started to hurt!! What had I done?!

Now it was also dawning on me.... I had signed up for another sculpting class on Monday morning at 10 a.m., when I was all high on going from "fattie to hottie" in about 12 weeks! Well 10 a.m. on Monday came before I knew it. My achy abs and thighs were on time and ready for more abuse. The others - all who have gone before me and lived through the t.t.'s aka toilet thighs as I now know they are called- were raring to go. I was the newbie and they assured me that this - the t.t.'s - too shall pass. I believe a nice way of saying "Suck it up!"

Sculpting, where's the clay?

It all began with Millie. Millie is my friend - energetic and enthusiastic. Always finding classes for us to take, from painting to cupcake decorating. So when she asked if I would take a Sculpting Class. I thought it sounded fun.

It was the night before the class when I asked where the class was, assuming an art studio near some great restuarant where we could have lunch, when she told me it was at Rachel Ryan's Fitness. Just like that, my excitement bubble burst. Now please understand, I don't like to exercise, I mean, I like to walk with friends or my dogs, or ride a bike on vacation, but actually go to the gym?... not so much. I have been a member of the gym for a few months, but joined so I could do my exercises for physical therapy and walk on the treadmill when my jeans felt excessively tight. Anyway, I was thinking sculpting, like a sculpture with clay or some other sculpting medium. Needless to say there was going to be no magnificent bust making or great lunch, just sweat, pain, and maybe a cup of coffee after.

Well Saturday morning came and I met Mill at the gym. The class was well attended and actually quite fun. There was pain and sweat, took a few little breaks (see photo) when I could, but I survived.

After class I talked with Rachel, who had bought the gym a few months prior. She was going to be offering more classes and encouraged me to continue. We talked about my desire to lose a little weight, tone up, and how difficult I have found it to ever stick with dieting or exercise. She explained how she could help with all of that and how it could be achieved in about 12 weeks if I was committed to it. The endorphins from exercising had clearly gone to my brain, I was hooked and boarding the get "Get Fit Train to Skinny Jeansville" by the time we got our coffee.