Kitty and Stella

Current mood: sore

Man, Kitty is a total wench. I ain't kidding. I hate her.

Stella is only slightly better.

At the beginning of the month the kids and I were watching TV late at night on a weekend. I knew at that point that the stress of the last six weeks had taken a toll on my quest for over all health and fitness. So, yup, I fell for the infomercial I was seeing which guaranteed me superb abs, and the promise of better buns and thighs. Heck, I even bought two.
(hear the angels singing?) Ahh, the Bender Ball.

Basically, this is a stability ball (the big bouncy squishy balls people use to work out) only WAY smaller.

I had gotten in the habit of working my abs on the Nautilus machines at the gym, and then they got rid of the machine I loved. Oh, I loved it. But, they took it away and then they got some new one which I find entirely inferior to the one before. And, since I have returned to the gym after hell-era I have yet to go in the machine room. I don't know why, but it intimidates me even though I know how to use all the machines but two (the pull-up trapeeze thing and the cable pully thing). One of these days I'll head back in.

So I blew up the Bender Balls tonight and Amanda and I got down on the floor and started to do the routine along with the Bender lady and her friends, Stella and Kitty. Now, let me explain the girls.

Bender lady has a little bit of a roll, but she's forgiven because she has promised me wonderful ab-ness in exchange for Travis' hard-earned dollars. Stella and Kitty are both what the Bender lady called "Fitness professionals." My translation- friggin' itches.

Kitty is tall and slender. She has a Botox face. She grins strangely. I don't like her. Oh, and she also does all the exercises with more advanced modifications. Then, the Bender lady says during an exercise, "Wow, great abs. She's had kids too. She's amazing." See why I don't like her?
Ugh.

Then there's Stella. She is a little shorter and although she is completely fit and very slender, she is much more realistic looking. And, when on the mat, Stella does the less intense modifications. Stella makes me happy. Sort of.

So now, two hours after our workout, I am sitting here with my abs siezing up like crazy. Oh, it is not fun. Not at all. I just hope this is the way to whittle my muscles as I burn the fat away again.

Oh, and yay me! I lost four of the pounds I gained in the last eight weeks.

I'm getting there, but I hate every minute of it.