Have you seen this?
I didn’t watch the Super Bowl so I missed it, and I fast forward through all the commercials on my DVR recordings so I’d never seen it at home. But a couple of weeks ago it came on while I was on the elliptical machine. I love, love, love, physical comedy so when bird-man slammed into the window I was SO close to bursting out laughing that I almost broke the number one rule of gym etiquette ― “thou shalt not appear to enjoy the evil elliptical machine.” Fortunately, in that half second before I let loose with the first snort I looked around, realized I wasn’t alone, and managed to restrain myself to a contorted grin that probably made me look like I was grimacing in pain and dying to get off the machine … which I was … and which I did. Get off. I didn’t die first but I did get off and I haven’t been back on it for two whole weeks.
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I wish I could say I haven’t set tennis shoe back on the elliptical because I’ve discovered a pain free, sweat free, enjoyable way to stay in shape and still eat the Girl Scout cookies people keep bringing to work. I wish I could tell you I’d found a way to enjoy a five-ounce glass of wine at dinner without feeling guilty that it’s the equivalent of a small slice of sponge cake. Holy Goddess of Grapes!! Five ounces? Get real. I drool more than five ounces at night. I’ve seen spit puddles on the sidewalk that were more than five ounces of slimy slobber. Five ounces is nothing. Nobody drinks a small slice of sponge cake. Do they? I’m not the only one drinking a humongous slice of sponge cake … half a sponge cake … hell … some nights even a whole sponge cake … with gooey frosting! Am I? Anyway, getting back to the all-important topic of my health and physical fitness, I do not wear the crown and cloak of Queen of Guilt for nothing. No, I may be free of my 35 minute Tuesday and Thursday elliptical routine but I have added a 60-minute Pilates class to my Monday-Wednesday routine in which I half expect to see smoke rising from my abdominal muscles and where I try not to groan (very much) out loud. That’s immediately after my 60 minute Zumba class in which I am the only dancing board in a room filled with gyrating hips and shimmying shoulders.
The bad part about condensing my workouts from four days to two is that after my classes end I can barely shuffle out of the gym and fall into my car. The hardest part is pulling my two quivering legs in after me, which is second only to trying to shove them out and lift them one at a time up the two steps to the porch once I get home. But the good part is, now I have Tuesdays and Thursdays free after work to do really fun stuff like dig up raspberry bushes and clean up flower beds. Pretty soon I’ll get to mow the lawn. And I can hardly wait until I can weed the garden!
I’m so excited I think I’ll celebrate by munching on Doritos while I drink a sponge cake.
2 comments:
Aren't you glad you drive an automatic transmission? Can you imagine how idiotic you'd feel as you picked up your left leg to put it on the clutch, pushed on your knee to depress the clutch and then sat there hearing the engine revving as you pushed on the gas and all you could do with the clutch is quiver on it, jumping across the parking lot like a 15-year-old on her first driving lesson in a stick shift?
You'd certainly need several large glasses of sponge cake after that humiliation.
That Doritos ad is almost as funny as the one with granny and the baby in which the bratty older brother teases them with a bag of Doritos. If you haven't seen it, look for it. But don't be on the elliptical when you do.
I was kind of wondering about that "5 ounces"....
At least you are still getting your daily excercise, and without the dreaded elliptical!
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