This morning I went to Boot Camp.
Why do they call it that you ask? Well because they kick your trash…they meaning Mat. Jon and I went to another Corporate Alliance retreat at Park City a few weeks ago and I bid on the personal training package. I get to go and work my butt off at Mat’s facility. 10 things that I learned this morning at boot camp…
1. Eat before you go.
2. Wear a lot less clothing.
3. Drink more water.
4. Get a stretchier band for the exercises.
5. Waking up at 5:30 stinks.
6. I fully expect my body to be on the cover of shape magazine in 6 months.
7. I wanted to hit Mat, but I couldn’t.
8. Push ups hurt.
9. Push ups with a band hurt worse.
10. I can’t wait to go back tomorrow!
Golds Gym is a meat/meet locker. Dudes with huge arms hanging awkwardly in a tent shape meander around and look at themselves in the mirror.
Girls find the cutest outfit they can, and look at each other. I fully enjoyed Mat’s gym because it was low key and real. People are there working hard and focused on their success, not their biceps muscle flexing in the mirror. I am loving that I have a month free, but am concerned that this could be an addiction for me. I worked out harder than I ever would alone and I have no doubt I will see results.
The part that concerns me the most is the eating regimen we are supposed to follow. I have always eaten pretty simple things like sandwiches *just ask all my friends about my famous sandwiches*, bar-b-Que chicken, veggies, pasta etc. I dont’ make a lot of recipes – 1. because I am a crappy *cooker* and 2. because I don’t like spending that much time in the kitchen. I regularly burn or cut myself if I try to be too creative, and frankly, it gets old. I would rather make a sandwich and call it good. Having said that, I value good food. I love freshly made healthy food, but I just plain don’t know how. I know I can exercise, I rather enjoy it but I am pretty sure when I visit the grocery store today with the list Mat gave me, that I may just stare at the isles like a deer in the head lights. When he let us know we would get hundreds of recipes and meal plans to try, I think he thought that would be exciting, but I am a bit overwhelmed. Never the less, I will give it my best shot. Call me Betty Crocker, or Mrs. Fields *other than I won’t be baking cookies*, I will be cutting up carrots. Yes, call me bugs bunny.
I plan on recording my lack or culinary skills for your enjoyment and ego. Did I mention that all the food I mess up on goes out on my back patio? How else do you think Phylis got so fat?
This picture below is a pancake. I know it may look like your left incisor, but it was an attempt to make the kids “coco pancakes”. Need I saw more?
That is my kind of a work-out. Jealous!
The class sounds awesome. Good luck with it.
I have been doing boot camp for a month now! I love it but….at first couldn't sit down on the toilet or anywhere else bc my legs were so sore!!! Yikes! Good luck!
Oh my goodness! I hope you survive! Love the pancake!