I love anything aerobic. I don’t like anything mildly related to weights. I have been diligently going to the body sculpt classes anyway, but after almost a year, I’m still using the light weights I started out with. I’m starting to push it a little, since I notice that most of the women use heavier weights than me. I have been telling myself that once I could actually do all the reps, I would go up a pound (I know, pathetic). But it still hurts. My arms are still zinging. But why make the effort to go if I’m going to be so half-assed about it? I noticed last night that my legs are actually getting some muscle tone, or more likely, the fat is decreasing enough that the muscle shows. Since most of the leg exercises I do use body weight, it’s hard to be lazy there. Abs and arms it’s easier to not work so hard. There’s one class I really hate that I try to go to every Wednesday, and this woman does functional exercises-hard to cheat. The instructer is in her 60s, is all muscle, not an ounce of fat. She’s like a drill sargeant, but I ignore her a lot. I cannot do 50 straight leg push-ups, though I can now do 50 on my knees. I think she cuts me a break, since I’m heavy, but I can’t count on that forever.
Comparing her to another woman with no body fat, there’s a woman who sleeps on my block, about the same height as my Wednesday strength training teacher. I think she’s a junky, as she’s always nodding off. My landlord calls her 30 going on 60, but I can’t tell. She doesn’t have any grey hair, but is really hunched over. I don’t think it’s easy to have great nutrition when you’re homeless. She also doesn’t have any muscle, just bones. I feel badly for her, though she seems to have her regular posse of questionably housed friends around. I can’t imagine there’s anyone more vulnerable than homeless women. This really isn’t relevant to anything, but I see her all the time, never talked to her, she’s never asked me for anything-not change, alcohol, cigarettes.
Sorry this is such a disjointed post, just woke from a nap, and I’m hurting. Today’s gym teacher noticed that I lost weight, and I was happy to tell him 35 pounds. I’ve been doing his class for almost a year now. So few people comment on my weight, which is probably a good thing. I guess I just live in a very p.c. kind of town. Honestly, I don’t think people really notice. Or maybe they notice that something looks different, but they can’t figure out what.
For those of you who do weight training, does it always have to hurt? Am I supposed to be this sore? How do you know when to go with higher weight? I think if I wait until it doesn’t hurt, it’ll never happen (as it hasn’t happened yet).