I got up early and feeling good , decided to take spin class. Since this would be the first time in over 7 weeks, my plan was to take it easy. My expectations were low and I’d forgiven myself for bailing early before I stepped on the bike.
Well , it started out ok – I was a little tentative. I really raised my seat high so that I would not put pressure on my knee. Luckily, it was a fairly mild class in that Jeanine – the instructor, didn’t try to kill us (as she has done soo many times in the past). Not only was I able to keep up but I stayed the entire class. AND I didn’t wimp out. I pushed the resistance and the cadence, and eventually lowered my seat. I felt on top of the world . I’m sooo happy to be back in spin class. It brings me so much joy and ooh, the endorphin rush.
Baby got back..way too much
So one of the cruelties of the scale (at least my scale) is that – while it can confirm that I have not gained weight, it shields me from the cold hard facts of fat distribution. I’ve worked hard to manage my weight while recovering from surgery but of course I’ve done nothing to manage my fat. I mean, to go from regular heavy cardio to nothing for 6 weeks—things were bound to change. This cruel hard reality came crashing down on me this morning as I looked in the mirror at the gym . I have several favorite workout pants – some are more snug than others. Generally this is not a problem since the gym is full of snug attire and I’ve worked hard to make sure that someone won’t say “oh no she didn’t” when I walk by. Well these particular pants are snug and perhaps have a bit less lycra than others. Anyway Let’s just say that when I looked in the mirror at my “back” , I realized that there was way too much. I’ll have to stop getting dressed in the dark and do the butt check before I leave. At least until I can tighten things upJ