bathing.suit.shopping
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threadwalkeryup. that pretty much says it. Three hated words.
what size am I? How many will I try on before I find one that fits? Do I really want to see my body shrunk wrapped in lycra so that I can go out in public like that? Will it at least flatten my tummy a little while cutting off circulation in my legs?
blarg.
Well, a suit was acquired, it was on sale and it's a racer-back Tyra. My fav brand. I'm going to start swimming laps again. woot woot
Yes, laps. And running. And biking.
Last weekend I mentioned the triatholon idea to da spouse. He did not immediately laugh at me. ((Unlike my proposal to sell everything and live on the road in a motor home... after he was done laughing and caught his breath, he told me I was a strange chick. Ya know, with WiFi, my embroidery supplies, a few light sabers, a storage unit for stuff we can't part with... anyway.. I digress into fantasy motor-home life.))
Back to triatholon. Not only did he NOT laugh, he commented I'd need to start swimming again and get a bike.
I realized right then that HE believed I could do it. Frequently he's the one that says I'm not keeping my feet on the ground when I set out on intensive projects. He's always the first to pat me on the back after I've done something, but it's not often that he can see my potential for success before I've started.
For whatever reason, that gave my feet wings. Today I noted the gym has a lap pool. I dropped into Sports Authority for new sport bras and they had a sale on suits. The signs are strong. I tried on a bunch of suits and will be lap swimming this week.
One step at a time; regardless of da spouses confidence, I don't know if I can do it. I'm going to work in a "cardio" day. Swimming and biking and running on the turf to be mixed into my current workout somehow. I'll probably swap out some elliptical.
I need to start researching the web for local triatholons. Or at least ones that don't require air plane trips. And I bet there are training articles, too.
Today's gym lesson, however, was on the evils of junk food. I started out with a lump in my tummy. I suspect it's all the coffee, diet coke, and junk food I ate last night on top of the poor eating over the last few days. I got super-queazy about 23 minutes into my ellipitical. The up-down motion was aggravating from the start, but it got critical and I got off before my tummy gave up the battle. I did finish out my weights, but I am not even tempted by the junk-snacks that came home with us. Blah. Give me protein! Give me veg! Give me fiber!
what size am I? How many will I try on before I find one that fits? Do I really want to see my body shrunk wrapped in lycra so that I can go out in public like that? Will it at least flatten my tummy a little while cutting off circulation in my legs?
blarg.
Well, a suit was acquired, it was on sale and it's a racer-back Tyra. My fav brand. I'm going to start swimming laps again. woot woot
Yes, laps. And running. And biking.
Last weekend I mentioned the triatholon idea to da spouse. He did not immediately laugh at me. ((Unlike my proposal to sell everything and live on the road in a motor home... after he was done laughing and caught his breath, he told me I was a strange chick. Ya know, with WiFi, my embroidery supplies, a few light sabers, a storage unit for stuff we can't part with... anyway.. I digress into fantasy motor-home life.))
Back to triatholon. Not only did he NOT laugh, he commented I'd need to start swimming again and get a bike.
I realized right then that HE believed I could do it. Frequently he's the one that says I'm not keeping my feet on the ground when I set out on intensive projects. He's always the first to pat me on the back after I've done something, but it's not often that he can see my potential for success before I've started.
For whatever reason, that gave my feet wings. Today I noted the gym has a lap pool. I dropped into Sports Authority for new sport bras and they had a sale on suits. The signs are strong. I tried on a bunch of suits and will be lap swimming this week.
One step at a time; regardless of da spouses confidence, I don't know if I can do it. I'm going to work in a "cardio" day. Swimming and biking and running on the turf to be mixed into my current workout somehow. I'll probably swap out some elliptical.
I need to start researching the web for local triatholons. Or at least ones that don't require air plane trips. And I bet there are training articles, too.
Today's gym lesson, however, was on the evils of junk food. I started out with a lump in my tummy. I suspect it's all the coffee, diet coke, and junk food I ate last night on top of the poor eating over the last few days. I got super-queazy about 23 minutes into my ellipitical. The up-down motion was aggravating from the start, but it got critical and I got off before my tummy gave up the battle. I did finish out my weights, but I am not even tempted by the junk-snacks that came home with us. Blah. Give me protein! Give me veg! Give me fiber!
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Date: 2007-07-19 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-19 10:55 pm (UTC)I got one of the over-priced racing suits. Tho I plan on doing serious laps in it, not splashing at the beach. It's very colorful - like chain lightening on a deep blue background. It had the most chest support of all the suits that fit. It appears that serious swimmers (hence serious swim suits) aren't bigger than a B-cup, so finding one that fit right was tricky.