jungle gym

I have been going to the gym pretty frequently since I moved home and got a membership. You'd think that I would be in really great shape by now, but you'd be wrong. I'm only in great shape on the inside. You see:

Four years of cheap, lame college food x the unlimited options of Mom's grocery shopping=

I'm going to eat whatever the hell I want.

So that's how that goes. I exercise enough to keep the obesity at bay. I'll be in Canada soon, so I'll need the extra heat storage. And after that, I'll be an even poorer grad student with cheap, lame food again, so I'll enjoy this while it lasts.

So the gym...(I like how I can never stay on topic.)

It has a fair amount of diversity, but I have a certain list of:

People I Don't Trust at the Gym

Girls that wear make-up

Girls that wear their hair down

Girls that have the majority of their breasts hanging out of their sports bras. (Isn't that what sports bras are for? To lock those things down and out of sight??)

The die-hard elliptical users

The die-hard steppers

Men who grunt

Men who only work out in front of a mirror

The hot yoga snobs

This means that there are really only a few cool people at the gym. I'm one of them, of course.

i bet you won't get crunk

I take a Turbo Kick class at the gym. It's like kickboxing, except there's a little bit of a hip-hop element to it, so it definitely caters to a female audience. I always have respect for the one guy that shows up though.

Most of the routines are comprised of whatever the Top 40 songs of the day are, and in between different sets of movement, the instructor will encourage everyone to just "shake it out" or "get freaky." Most people just stand there.

In particular, Ciara's "That's Right" (featuring Lil' Jon) song came on. If you've ever heard Lil' Jon, you would know that raw, freaky quality in all of his songs. Anyway, the instructor wanted everyone to freestyle for the first 15 seconds or so before our kickboxing routine began. When most of us timid people just bounced our heads a bit, she made us do wall sits or push-ups until we would actually let loose.

Did I mention I go to this class with my mom? Yeah, that will shut down any freaky side I possess rrrrrrreal fast. The instructor made it a competition on who could get the freakiest. Guess who won? My mom. Guess who had to demonstrate with the instructor in front of the whole class? My mom.

I had no words after this. No child should be subjected to that kind of sight.

I don't care what the instructors says, I'm not "getting freak-nasty" in front of my mom. I'll take the push-ups thank you.

nationals

So. Much. To. Do.

It's not even funny. BUT, the tender mercy of the day is that my evolutionary biology test is now next Friday instead of this Friday. Luckily, most of my stuff needs to be done by Wednesday anyway, then I can live at the Marriot Center all weekend. Hello fake tan, nails, eyelashes, hairspray, gel, hairspray, rhinestones, hairspray...can't wait!!

(BTW: X-10.5 today. I reached my first goal for Nationals!)

a little cherry to my day

Warning: This post is extremely petty and vain.

So Milburn Biggest Loser didn't go quite so well for me last week, and I hate that feeling after eating junk food when I realize it wasn't worth it, which most of the time it's not. I weighed myself on Sunday, and I was a half a pound over my starting weight. So it seemed that I ruined my 2 lb progress and was back at square X+o.5. UGH. I'm too embarrassed to post my starting weight, so we'll call it X. I decided to weigh myself today just to remind myself how far I needed to go, and then my scale was at X-4. Suh-WEET! I have this weird OCD where I have to step on the scale three times, and it has to give me the same number three times in a row for me to believe it. (It's a digital scale.) So, hopefully the number on Sunday was a fluke because I don't think you can lose 4.5 lbs in 2.5 days. In fact, I know you can't. Not with my metabolism anyway. So here's to hoping the number today was for real! Spinach time!

If you did decide to read that post, don't judge me. I just like competition.

It's so on

Milburn Family Biggest Loser 2011

My family is going on vacation in June, so we're having a little competition for who can be the biggest loser. I know I don't need to lose weight blah blah blah, but there is nothing wrong with wanting get a little more in shape. By BMI standards, I'm technically at a healthy, normal weight, but a "normal" weight is a very broad range. I don't really need to defend myself on my blog, but it's always awkward when you try to explain to someone that you don't want to eat X because you are trying to lose weight. Then they just roll their eyes at you like you can afford this one last time. Except then every time is the last time.

Basically, I'm not obsessed with my weight or body image. There is nothing wrong with changing your appearance when it is done within reason and perspective.

Anyway, I'm excited. And I'm going to win. Watch out familia!

That's just the way it is

Today in dance team practice, my coach started to choreograph, and he wanted to put in a small lift in our routine. He scanned our group looking for people to put in and said, "okay, I need skinny girls."



Dang it.



At least he was honest.