hip hip hippo

having a hard time getting motivated to go the gym tonight. i'm pmsing and bloated, and just not feeling it.

i'm fairly certain that i look something like this today:

on the upside, hippo-me does still have kind of a snarky grin, so at least we know i'm still in there, somewhere.

hippity hoppity, easters on it's- get the hell away from me!

so anna and i went to the gym again this morning. arrived just in time for the childrens' easter egg hunt! what wonderful planning on our part! thankfully, the Y was smart enough to avoid hiding eggs on the upper level where the work out equipment is, thus ensuring that the children were not forced to hunt for eggs near a disgruntled woman who was sweating out the three beers she drank the night before. (what? i'm sure there was someone like that somewhere on the upper level. surely not me...)

anna and i continued to prove how incredibly adept we are at the gym. today we both forgot to start the timers on our ellipticals. about 15 minutes in (we think) we both realized that we had not pressed start. nope. hopped on, and just started pedaling our little hearts out. that is how dedicated we are. we see those machines and just can't wait to get started. no time to push buttons people! we've got calories to burn here!

but we did end up doing a full 30 minutes from the time we realized that, which means we ended up working out for closer to 45 minutes on the elliptical, versus 30. so in the long run, it was a good thing. and, by the time we were done, so was the easter egg hunt. which really worked out for the kids. for as scary as the fat lady mumbling death threats on the elliptical could have been for the children, seeing a red-faced fat lady pour sweat and groaning as she left the gym might have been equally traumatic.

Shown Up

i went to the gym by myself last night. anna has events this week in the evening so i do not have my gym buddy. but i figured, no big deal. it's not like you talk a lot when you're working out anyway, right?

so i stepped on the elliptical, pumped up "you give love a bad name" on my mp3 player (that's right. i work out to some awesome music) and started to go to town. and i was feeling pretty good about myself. i kept a steady rhythm, and only prayed for death twice in the first fifteen minutes. not bad, if i do say so myself. but then... then i realized why it is so important to have a gym buddy to work out next to you.

as i am huffing and puffing, i notice a little old lady, who has to be at least 80, step onto the elliptical next to me. and i'm thinking "you go lady. way to stay healthy in your old age." ...my pleasant, supportive thoughts quickly ended however, when this grandma starts pedalling at a breakneck pace. she doesn't even break a sweat. and then, to add insult to injury, she whips out a sudoku book and a pencil and starts solving number puzzles! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? i can barely tell you my own name when i am working out, much less strategically arrange numbers.

shown up by an octogenarian. shameful.

given, anna can run cicles around me (literally), but at least she isn't mean enough to mock me with her numeric problem solving skills while she's doing it.

Fat Girl Running. Or waddling. Whatever.

so awhile ago i decided to step on my scale and "see where i was at". apparently i am "at" jabba the hut stage. what. the. fuck. how did this happen? how do i get rid of all this? where do i find the motivation to stop eating delicious food and start losing weight? i know i have to. no one likes being fat. but i love cheese. and cake. mmm... cake.

sorry. i went off on a cake dream there for a minute. but yes. after recovering from the near heart attack i had (from the shock people, not from my (very likely) clogged arteries), i immediately started googling the price of treadmills. painful. on the upside, i discovered today that i do not weigh nearly as much as a treadmill costs. silver lining, folks.

still, changes need to be made. and so... anna and i have decided to start working out. it's probably a hilarious sight. the carey girls are not known for their athletic abilities, after all. however, we are super serious about it, and are seeing results! i have been working out for a week and have lost 3 pounds! it doesn't seem like a lot, but still, GO ME!!

because we are so super serious, we joined the Y and i am loving it (something i never thought i would say).

i'll probably look like this guy soon:



(that would be anna on the right.)