Victory!

Today was a snow day (which is hilarious, because it's now all melted and approximately 50 degrees outside). This turned out great, because I was able to sleep in a little, get some work done, watch a super lame movie on On Demand, and get to the gym before the 4-8pm rush.

Usually when I work out I go for an elyptical, mostly because my gym has more of them than any other machine, but also because bikes seem pointless and are literally a pain in the ass, and treadmills freak me out a little bit. Plus, on elpyticals, they have this "personal trainer" setting where it prompts you every few minutes to maintain a certain RPM, or switch directions and go backwards, or concentrate on using your lower body only, etc. I like that because it helps me stay motivated and keeps me from slacking. On an elyptical, I can easily go for 30 minutes.

Well, since I was able to make it to the gym hours earlier than normal, I had my pick of machines. Motivated by a college friend who worked as a personal trainer and told me to always pick the machine that kicks your ass the most, I decided to try a new one that looks like a cross between an elyptical and a stairmaster. I have no idea what the machine is called, but to use it, your feet are on platforms, like an elyptical, but move out forward in front of you instead of around in a circle like a bike. It really works your thighs, hips, and butt, because the arm handles don't move, so it's all lower body. Anyway, 5 minutes into my usual 30 minutes of cardio, this new machine was completely destroying me. I was sweating profusely, because it's the kind of machine where going at a moderate speed just isn't an option, and was already predicting that I'd barely make it through 10 minutes.

But I DID make it through 10 minutes. I made it to 10, then 15, then before I knew it, there were only 10 minutes left out of my 30. With a renewed sense of energy I forged onward (lame), telling myself that if I could work out on a machine that was kicking my ass for 30 minutes straight, I could do anything. I could lose 30 pounds by July. I could lose 50 pounds, 80 pounds, maybe even 100 pounds. I could be skinny. Or better yet, fit. Or even better yet, "hot"!

Well, it totally sucked, and it kind of made me want to die, but I did it! I made it through 30 minutes. And afterwards, as I was practically skipping out to my car out of sheer pride and joy, I realized that I was happy! It was probably the endorphines, but who the hell cares! I was happy about an experience I had at a gym, which has never really happened before. Take THAT, stupid doctors. Could an "obese" person do what I just did? FUCK NO! SUCCESS!