Spinning bike (a.k.a. physical torture device)I arose at the bright and early time of 5:15 this morning to go to my first spinning class. A brief rundown of my thoughts during the class:
- Ouch.
- How does this stupid bike work?
- Padded biking shorts suddenly seem like a good idea. And they seemed so wrong before.
- I didn't know I could sweat this much.
- Ouch.
- The girl two bikes over had sweat in puddles on the floor underneath her. I guess I have something to shoot for.
- This music is lame.
- I'm getting a good workout and I couldn't have done this two weeks ago.
- Seriously. Ouch.
- Getting up early can be nice.
- Standing up on a bike was never so welcome. I think all the body parts I sit on have fallen asleep from the concrete bike saddle I'm riding on.
- I just drank 40 ounces of water during one exercise class.
- Glad I came, but ouch.
I'm going to add it in to my regimen. What regimen, you ask? I set a tiny goal after my visit to the Beehive State and having a conversation with my SIL Emily. I decided that I would exercise at least 30 minutes Monday-Saturday. No excuses. Find a way to get it done. My first goal was to do this for 3 weeks. I am starting my third week today. It's going well. I'm excited. It was time for a lifestyle change. I'm doing everything I can to make this one stick. I have a long journey ahead to lose the pregnancy-weight-that-really-isn't-pregnancy-weight-but-overeating-while-pregnant-weight. I already lost more than the weight that I can blame on G-Man. The rest of this I can blame on Moe's queso. And Boston Market macaroni & cheese. And McDonald's. And Dunkin Donuts bagel & egg sandwiches. And those evil KFC mashed potato bowls.
(I can't even eat those things now, but hoo-boy did I love them while I was pregnant!)
Spinning bike 
