all good things in moderation...

... which is something I didn't follow today.

Today's experiment was a 2 parter: RPM (spinning) and BodyVive ("low impact cardio and strength.")

I really liked RPM except for one thing: my giant ass on that tiny little seat for an hour was not exactly a comfortable ride. I do declare that real cyclists must be the most sexually unresponsive people in the world (unless you buy those padded bike shorts I've seen in magazines, but I really don't want to be the dork in the REAL cycling shorts in the fake cycling class.) Forgive the crudity, but the idea of walking away from an experience with a callous on my clit doesn't really seem like a fair trade for super toned legs.

It was a good class though so I will have to research some sort of something I can do to make my ride more comfortable. The teacher was very nice (and looked like Maggie Gyllenhaal) and encouraging in a good way... not the way that made me feel like a flailing spazz like in Step. Though - same as Pump - there's not a lot of choreography to "pedal slow, pedal fast."

I should have just rode the nice high after that, but no -- in my quest to experience everything, I went directly to BodyVive.

Vive will be the class that I take my mom to - it reminded me most of the Sweatin' to the Oldies tapes she used to make me do. I will think of it more fondly as "S&M for Dummies" as there was an evil stretchy band and smooshy ball we were made to manipulate.

(at one point I think I offended another girl in the class because she told us to put the balls and bands away because we weren't using them yet and it basically came out "put your balls to the wall" which I called her on because it was an AWESOME thing to say, but she denied it...)

It was a good class too, but my legs were already wobbling from the RPM so it was really really hard for me (this teacher looked like Reese Witherspoon.)

Afterward I rewarded myself with a smoothy... I will put this under the heading of trying everything ONCE that my new club has to offer. I calculated later and that dinky little smoothy (called "The Elvis" - chocobanana... I should have guessed) was 12 points. My DINNER from Sunway was 12 points.

Even worse, I did Vive instead of going to my Weight Watchers meeting, but I still went and weighed afterwards. I shouldn't have done the smoothy. All 16 fat ounces of Elvis sat in my belly and I gained.

... I choose to blame the smoothy. I've been too good this week for it to be anything else.

Tomorrow I meet with their personal trainer for that assessment thingie (I think I told ya'll that.)

After that, I might walk... or I might just curl up and die -- it all depends on degree of soreness tomorrow.

:-)

Oh and --
apparently when the office Chubb-o gets motivated, the effect spreads. There are two other girls in my office who want to join up and one who already goes there who says I'm making her feel motivated... or something to that extent.

Good stuff, right?