So this one time. Last week. Hubs came home from class and started talking to me about how his teacher did his masters on women exercising (kind of weird, I know), and apparently the myth that girls get huge if they lift is totally false. I guess all those insanely fit, perfectly chisled bodies are girls who actually do more than cardio. See, I've always, always had a hard time getting the pudgy off my tummy, it's a curse. No matter how stickily and anorexic my legs and arms look, my gut is always flapping out.
So these past couple weeks hubs has been training me. And I love it. There's something really sexy about your man lifting weights, and touching your body while you're doing squats. Mmmm!
Here's my work out plan, and we shall see if I start seeing results. It's only been a week and a half so I haven't noticed anything yet, but I am getting stronger and adding more weights which I think it the equivalent to adding another mile into your run without throwing up, so yay! I'm also eliinating sweets, (besides one sinful snack a week) because I never realized how much juuunk I eat! My sweet tooth is more vulgar, loud and in charge than I'd like to admit. So I'm trying to calm it down.
Monday, Wednesday, Friday- 60 minutes cardio, splitting it up by 20 minutes on 3 different machines. Elliptical, stair master, treadmill. Then I do legs and abs.
Tuesday, Thursday- Zumba for an hour, then arms and back.
Saturday-60 minute cardio (splitting it up between the three machines). Arms and back.
So far so good! Now here are some before pictures where I'm trying reallllly hard to be serious hah. I want to do updates like once a month so I make sure to stick with it.
where i got it: sweater-pacsun // shirt&pants-target // shoes-nike
Now just one little story:Imagine this. Sunday. Mother nature decides to poof you this little surprise while you're at church. Cursed, you say, because it's 4 days early and you happen to be out of everything! But of coooourse you're teaching at church so you wait it out during the first hour, then during sunday school the hubs and I book it to Walmart, where apparently, "I looked like death" as I dumped $15 worth of tampax and chocolate onto the conveyor belt. Then a middle aged man refuses to make eye contact as he slowly slides all 5 boxes across the scanner. It was quite eventful.
Inappropriate story? Quite possibly yes.