So the MoFo Sisters, we've decided to take our singing show on the road. We have bonded even tighter than before, and we don't want our road trip to NaBloPoMo Land to end. We've decided to continue our MoFo'ing in the form of kicking each other's butts into shape -- in the most nonjudgmental, take-it-at-your-own-pace, encouraging-but-not-badgering way. (And for Sandy, who's just had a bit of a health scare, but came out with some semi-good news in the end, we will not kick hard. Only gently, okay, Sandy?) We give daily email reports of our workout and eating activities, and cheer each other on throughout the day. (Is this starting to get cloying?) Sandy, who's been suffering excruciating back pain for a good long while now, and has barely been able to move, was one of our biggest cheerleaders, even in her pain and fear about the outcome of her CT scan. (Go give her a hoot and a holler for her good news, will ya?)
Good friends. I'll tell you. They are worth their weight in platinum yarn platinum.
Terry and I have had a couple of cat fights that Margene and the others have declined to get involved in. Everyone knows that Terry can take me down. We've finally just decided to circle each other, hissing under our breath.
I kid! I kid! (Terry could never take me down.)
Okay, seriously here, now, folks. The gym has been a good thing. I've been working out almost.every.day. I used to be that good, but it's been a while, I tell ya. And I cannot abide the muffin top over my spectacular new jeans. Muffin top must.die!
There've been a couple of days when I thought I'd cop out, but my sistahs, they set me straight. I'd get badgered encouraged to go and give it a shot, even just a light bike workout or something, or lift a few weights, so I'd drag my sorry butt in there (even Thanksgiving morning!) and end up having the best workout of the week. Each time!
I was at the gym Monday night at 6:15 and Tuesday morning at 6:15. M-O-R-N-I-N-G. Tuesday MORNING. 6:15 A.FREAKIN.M. That hasn't happened in over 20 years, I'm thinking. I can't remember -- maybe I was still going that early in the morning when I was in England, but I doubt it. That was 12 years ago.
Anyway, I have some things to work out. This is probably just a passing phase.
My Bikram yoga studio has conveniently moved into the same facility as the gym I joined, although they are still separate entities, and unfortunately my gym membership doesn't pay for yoga classes. I went to my first class in the new facility, and that was an experience. First of all, I'd had a long layoff from yoga. Second of all, I'd been working out heavily all week in the gym so I was pretty tight. Third, I've gained all.this.weight. Fourth, the new yoga studio is in a former storefront -- ALL GLASS to the parking lot and street, and the class was AT NIGHT. With the lights ON. Fishbowl, anyone? Fifth, the new studio floor is covered with one of those thick spongey pads for gymnastics or something. Try to maintain balance on that -- I challenge you! Those of you who have done Bikram yoga know what I'm talking about. I suppose if I go often enough and work at it hard enough, I will come out even stronger and more centered for the effort, but holy Michelin Lady, Batman. I felt like a sweaty Disney circus cow in a bikini, wobbling around on one hoof, lit up in a snowglobe for all the world to see.
But I came out a more limber, lighter, stronger, more balanced, relaxed, stretched cow.
{SMACK!} You are henceforth not allowed to describe yourself as a cow in my presence. Bad Norma! Bad! Now drop and give me 20!
Posted by: Kristen | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 12:27 AM
I agree with Kristen but you sure do have a way with words :)
Posted by: Debi | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 02:11 AM
Now, Norma, I'm sure everyone in the parking lot was saying, "Hey, who's the blond babe?"
Posted by: Anne | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 03:11 AM
It is 4:52 am and I am up to do some freaking stretching exercises where previous I would have been stretching the covers to be warmer. BAH.
Excuse me while I MOVE. I'll be back later with a comment or two. No time now....
xo
Posted by: sandy | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 04:52 AM
Okay, I'm back. And I'd like to say, YAY! It's all about ME here today!
:D
No?
1. Terry could take you, I believe. I love ya but I'd have to side with her on this
2. Has your yoga studio not heard of shades? Or at the very least, blinds?
3. I love me some MoFo's
4. I am seriously proud of you.
5. I am.
Posted by: sandy | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 05:48 AM
Sounds like hard word work to me. Bet you look like a million buck though!
Posted by: Carol | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 07:26 AM
*bucks*
Posted by: Carol | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 07:27 AM
Terry's a scrappy little thing. She's tough and I wouldn't mess with her. Plus, have you ever heard her order a meal? The woman is a genius.
Anyway, good for you for the gym. I haven't been in months and I feel like a sloth.
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 07:35 AM
Together, together...we'll do this together. Mofo's rock!!
Posted by: margene | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 07:44 AM
I just love goingto the gym....freaking hair cut is getting in the way on Thursday but...if'n I cut it all off and donate it to Locks of Love again...that could be another lb, right?
Go Norma!! Go away Muffin top. Mine is and I just bought a "smexy" (as Gracie would say) dress for this weekend. 17.5lbs for me. Yea! But I really want the armpit flab to disappear. I hate that stuff.
Posted by: Kathleen | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 08:12 AM
Muffin top.....snort! But really, dear, I now have to go through the day with that image, the "sweaty Disney circus cow in a bikini" burning through the back of my eyeballs. Thanks a lot.
Posted by: Marcia Cooke | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 09:04 AM
I'm gonna sit outside that yoga studio at night and take bets on whose sweaty feet give out first. >;-D
Go Norma! Work off a few pounds for me too, mmmkay? Thanks, sweetie. Just lemme know when you're done. I'll be over here working my way through today's cheesecake.
Posted by: Carrie | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 09:31 AM
Oh, yeah, that's a fabulous picture in my head -- is it one of those musical snow globes and are you going 'round and 'round in your bikini?
Posted by: Vicki | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 09:43 AM
I love how you ended that post! Great for you, getting back in shape. :)
Posted by: jessica~ | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 10:15 AM
Remember Rachel's "Run-A-Go-Go" challenge from the beginning of the year? Walk/run/swim 100 miles from January 1st to April 1st?
I'm still doing it.
My goal is to make it to 100 miles by the end of the year, at which point I have informed Rachel that I will be entitled to the Red Lantern Award.
Next year, I'm going to try and double up and make 100 miles by June 1st.
Posted by: Erika | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 11:08 AM
Okay, that's my second 'laugh out loud' moment of the day! Thanks for that great image!!!
Posted by: Jan | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 12:43 PM
That sounds like a complete yogic nightmare to me.
Posted by: Kathy | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 12:44 PM
Good for you! I am trying to renew my commitment to exercise and healthier living, too!
Posted by: Sarah | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 01:06 PM
Haven't they ever heard of frosted windows? You can even buy some kind of contact paper that will give a frosted window effect. Posters? They work too....what are they thinking? Anyway, keep up the good work. I'm hoping this post has inspired me to get my backside back to the gym. All winter and spring I went 5-6 days a week. Summer came, schedules changed and I slacked off....Must get back to it. Thanks for the reminder.
Posted by: Doris | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 01:08 PM
sweaty Disney cow, lol, that brought laughter :). hehehe. You are so hilarious. This post put me in such a great mood. You are an inspiration :).
If it makes you feel any better, I have been waking up at 5 to get to my spinning class at 6am. I haven't lost anything yet, but hubby says I look good, I do feel good too :).
Now, I have all day to take the image of a sweater Disney cow out of my head.
Love ya!
Posted by: Isela | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 01:30 PM
Bikram, isn't that the one where it's done in a really hot room and the less clothes you wear the better? Ah, yes, that could be a little disconcerting. Guess it's keeping the folks outside warm too, eh?
Posted by: Julia | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 04:04 PM
Oh.my.heck, as a good Utahn would say, does anyone else think this ought to be the sentence of the month? "I felt like a sweaty Disney circus cow in a bikini, wobbling around on one hoof, lit up in a snowglobe for all the world to see."
Can't stop laughing.
Blue skies!
Posted by: Lark | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 04:35 PM
1. You're on Ravelry?
2. Gotta read Sandy and see what's been wrong with her! Glad to know it's all okay anyway.
3. Who the heck is Terry? Might need to follow the link.
Hi NormaNormaNoo. :)
Posted by: Laura | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 05:09 PM
NOnonono! Bikram in a fishbowl? Hell to the No, Cousin! I don't think I could do that. I don't look bad in my little Bikram bikini, but a sweaty nipper is not a sexy nipper.
Well, you know, not all the time.
Posted by: nipper jenn | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 05:26 PM
Gosh this just makes me miss the gym so much. I dumped the gym to concentrate on my class, and that is ending soon. Hopefully I'll feel better and be able to work more consistently on the exercise. I feel like I'm just getting flabby even though the weight's not changing.
Posted by: Seanna Lea | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 05:37 PM
Moo.
Posted by: claudia | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 06:26 PM
Lovely laugh-inspiring writing today! (Yoga cow-wise, that is.)
Posted by: Angie | Wednesday, November 28, 2007 at 11:10 PM
I need you.
I need encouragement to get my lazy ass into the gym to work out.
I need something!
we're not discussing muffin tops over here right now...
Posted by: Helen | Thursday, November 29, 2007 at 09:18 PM