Oversharing at the Gym

I've been going to the gym lately and actually working out, instead of just paying the membership fee and never going.

Recently a new location of the gym I belong to, opened up near my office - hooray - I can go to the gym during lunch.

Have just enough time to get there, change, work out, shower and be back to the office in an hour - it's rushed, but it happens.  And it's been happening more and more, which I'm really happy about.

Today while I was in the shower, I noticed that the guy catty corner from me had his shower curtain opened.....like REALLY opened.  I'm not a gawker, but I would glance over and I realized that he had intentionally left his curtain open.

He was intentionally trying to share his Wee Willie Winkie with me, wasn't that nice of him?  But the joke was on him, because I didn't have my glasses on.  I hope it was pretty.

I hate throwing up

I threw up on the way home from the gym.

I'm not proud of it.

We joined the local gym earlier this year and decided to sign up for a trainer, since both of us were going it actually made it affordable.

We've got a great trainer - she really puts us through our paces - but she really did it to us tonight.

I know, I know...we should get a male trainer, because "they understand" blah blah blah, we REALLY like our Trainer and we work great together - and that's enough.

Tonight there were two meatheads in the workout room tossing a medicine ball to each other, so the Trainer said "We're gonna work the floor" and so we walked out to the machines......uh oh.

I've never been much of a machine guy, heck I've never been much of a gym guy.

We worked the machines and did a great little upper body workout, I'll be surprised if I can grasp a pencil in the morning.

Our time was up and I was sweating!  We walked out to the car and drove to the other end of the lot while the Husband went into the grocery store for provisions...so I waited.

And while I waited, I started to sweat a little bit more, my tummy was upset.  So I laid my seat back and started doing my Lamaze Breathing.

We headed home and even though I had the window rolled down, even though it was barely 45 degrees outside - I kept sweating.

Every pot hole made it worse, we turned, my stomach kept going straight.  We were getting ready to turn the corner on our street when I literally yelled - PULL OVER!

I unbuckled, threw open the door, almost hit a fire hydrant and let it hurl.

I think I'd rather throw up when I'm really drunk, because at least you sort of forget the whole thing.

It's really hard to forget throwing up on the side of the street, while you're still in your car and the hot neighbor you've been wanting to say "Hi" to, walks by.

Damn Gym!

It's just not the same

You know some things just aren't the same as they used to be are they?

I've finally decided that I NEED to lose weight, not a lot of weight, probably just about 20 pounds - no more than that, I'll be a skeleton for god's sake! At this same time The Roomate has decided to quit smoking.

So to celebrate our both quitting something (well I'm quitting eating as much) I walked to the Dominick's to get us some sugar free popsicles and yogurt (I never ate yogurt before but now I'm addicted to it).

While I was looking for our treats I saw that right next to it were sugar free Dreamsicles and Fudgesicles - maybe this dieting thing won't be so bad after all?

I quickly ran home because the last thing I wanted to happen was have my fudgsicles melt on the trip to show The Roommate what I had found.

He was as surprised as I was, sugar free dreamsicles - how fabulous!

I put them in the freezer for the customary 15 minute hardening time and then we dug in.

Well let's just say, Sugar Free Dreamsicles and Fudgsicles sure sound a lot better than they really are, it's just not the same without sugar.

Maybe this dieting thing is gonna be hard....oh god forbid I hope I don't have to join the gym!