So sorry that I have been MIA for over a week! But, I'm baaaaack!
So, I'd like to start this week by giving you an update on the ten week challenge that I'm doing with my trainer, Amy Jones.
It's week six. And it's getting more challenging, people. I'm not even shitting you.
Amy continues to push me (and everybody else in the class) to the brink of my limits AND just when I think that I'd better call my cardiologist and have her meet me at the E.R.---it's over. WHEW. That was close.
And last week, during one of my training sessions? I had an honest to goodness total Biggest Loser moment.
You ever see trainer--Jillian Michaels, on the Biggest Loser--push someone so hard that they barf all over their treadmill?
Yeah well, they've got nothing on me, peeps.
Because last week? About a half hour into one of my sessions, I felt super nauseous. And while lifting weights, I briefly glanced at the wall clock to decide if I could hold down my afternoon snack (almonds and water) until I got home.
AND the funniest thing was AMY CAUGHT ME LOOKING AT THE CLOCK and she smiled as if to say, "You can look at that clock all you want, SISTER. THIS PARTY AIN'T OVER TIL I SAY IT IS!"
So, I felt like I had to clarify my behavior. I said, "I'm trying to decide if I can hold down my puke until I go home."
Completely unfazed, she responded, "If you have to throw up, go ahead. But, leave the door open so I can hear you."
Apparently, she's met a few drama queens who will FAKE BARF to get a little exercise break.
At that point, my stomach made the decision for me. I calmly put my weights down, walked over to the bathroom, leaned the door in a little until it was only open about six inches.
I blew chunks in the sink. TWICE.
Who knew I could churn my own almond butter? Hehehe...
When I was done, I cleaned the sink, splashed cold water on my face, and went right back to the weights because I am not a wuss. I AM WOMAN. HEAR ME ROAR!
A couple of days later, people were still asking me if I was okay. And I was all like, "Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be?" And they'd be all like, "Well, BECAUSE YOU PUKED!"
Dudes! Puh-leeze. I got my ass kicked. And I barfed. But you know what? I wasn't embarrassed at all...because I know that I must be doing something right.
And today? My trainer proved my theory by posting this as one of her Facebook statuses:
"If you haven't felt the nausea, you haven't tasted your boundaries!"---Amy Jones
Hmmmm....I guess BARFING, while working out, is the equivalent of earning a special badge of honor, y'all.
I feel like a Girl Scout (minus those fuggin cookies, of course).