Son Daughter of Satan

Miss Perky is pure evil.  That’s the only thing I can think of.  I have been trying to make up for the fact that I went and had coffee a couple of weeks ago instead of going to the gym.  So I’ve been really good and doing lots of work.  I even went and joined the Slimplicity program, to make sure that I’m going to get the real benefits out of going to the gym, and to start eating properly.

However.  Miss Perky is just being torturous now.  Last week she had me balancing a 4kg ball on knees bent in the air.  Never mind the fact that the ball kept slipping down to my ankles so that when I was to do a stomach crunch, and come up and grab the ball I couldn’t reach it.  I still had to do it. (Mind you it was very funny to watch and I think I may have gotten more of a workout laughing, and I think Miss Perky got a workout laughing too).  So yesterday I had my Personal Training session with Miss P again, and this time she had me holding a swiss ball between my legs and throwing it into my outstretched arms while lying on the floor.  I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but I have no co-ordination.

Picture it.  I’m lying on the floor, arms stretched out over my head.  My legs are in the air with a huge swissball between them.  I am now to throw (and yes I mean throw, who’d have thought you could throw with your legs and feet???) this ball to my now raising arms, catch it, move it back over my head, and then throw it back to my feet and catch it.  It was like playing a game of ball toss – all by myself.  Hell I could have sold tickets to this at a comedy festival it was that funny to watch.  (I know because I was watching in the mirror).

Yes, she is pure evil.  There was no sympathy this morning, when I had to get up at 5:45am to make sure I was there on time for a 6:15am (who thinks of these times??) RPM class.  And if you hovered over that link long enough to read the RPM description, then yes, it was total destruction.  My legs are still wobbly and this is hours and hours later.  My thighs are so sore, it hurts to sit down on the toilet seat.  And if I sound like I’m whingeing, YES I AM!!!!!  Why does trying to be healthy and lose weight have to be this hard and painful I ask you?  Putting weight on and being unfit was never painful, it’s only fair that the other way around should be just as unpainful.  And on that note I’m off to find myself some Deep Heat cream and cry myself into some calm.

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