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22 January 2009 @ 07:40 pm
 
Trish covered my eight o'clock class, which meant I didn't have to be at the gym until nine to man the desk. Since I was feeling particularly blobular, I put on my gloves, grabbed the phone - just in case someone called that early, though they usually don't - and took Trish's 9:15. Funny thing: when you're an instructor, you can't slack off. Even if you've been eating foods that are bad for you, even if you're physically and emotionally drained, even if you've gained crazy amounts of weight, even if you haven't been working out regularly for months, when you take a class, you have to step it up. Even if that means faking it.*

I'm not proud. I fully admit I had to duck into the office a few times to 'do something important.' And, to be honest, catching my breath and wiping sweat from my face is important. I made it through, though, so that makes two classes this week. I wanted to hit three, but unless I go tomorrow evening, it's just not going to happen. Small steps. I can do this. I will do this. I don't need to be college weight, but I'd like to be stage-combat weight.

In one-eyed kitty news, Esme caught a mouse today. Well, she alerted me to the presence of a dead mouse in the hallway, so I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt and assuming she's responsible. Tom would have brought it to me straightaway. Esme likely played with it for awhile until its poor wee heart just gave up. Experience has taught me, though, that sometimes these critters are faking it. I scooped it into a cup and took it outside to deposit it next to the woodpile. Alas, there was no scurrying or scrambling. The poor wee mouse was well and truly deceased. I heaped praise upon my one-eyed kitty. She accepted it graciously, and with a fair amount of bouncing about.

And, finally, oven rice is awesome. It always turns out beautifully. My dad never cooked rice any other way, and once I found instructions for doing brown rice in the oven (I &hearts Alton Brown!), neither have I.



*After class, one of the women told me it was wonderful to have me in class. The way we were positioned, she could look across and see me, though my back was to her. "It was very inspiring!" she beamed. Oh, yes. That was a workout well faked.
 
 
I feel: determineddetermined
 
 
 
Zoë Tzoethor on January 23rd, 2009 01:18 am (UTC)
You ARE inspiring!
Janet: good eatsgoodnite_gracee on January 23rd, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
Oh, I wish you had linked to AB's oven rice... now I'll have to spend my time searching for a recipe **gasp/sigh**

hehe!
Kel: food! lemonsladyjoust on January 23rd, 2009 03:26 am (UTC)
If I'd been thinking, I would have done. To make up for that, click here.

I recommend adding a tablespoon or two of dried onion flakes.
Janet: heart facegoodnite_gracee on January 23rd, 2009 04:29 am (UTC)
Thanks!
Maire: bear cubaranturas on January 25th, 2009 10:05 pm (UTC)
Resurrecting my wish for a kickboxing lesson so if I take a class I don't embarass myself (or accidently kill someone). I must find some sort of exercise to do or I'll never shed the remaining pounds I need to. Would love your help. :)
Kel: Nine smilingladyjoust on January 26th, 2009 12:41 am (UTC)
Any time! Maybe some weekend you can come up for a class and then we'll hang out and do lunch.