Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
 
I need to do more cardio. When I was a full-time instructor, I did so much running around from gym to gym to teach around 12 cardio classes a week that I never worried about caloric deficit. After I switched to part-time instruction, I had gotten to a point where I just needed to do cardio about 3-4 times a week and I maintained my physique. I also began seriously lifting weights. Up went the muscle mass, away wasted the calories.

Since I only teach 2 classes now, a body sculpt and an abdominals class, well... let's just say that I burn more calories walking in and out of the subway. I have continued to lift weights AND have continued to eat like usual. Actually, since I get a discount at work, food is currently plentiful in this house. Not that I am complaining but I am endomorphic... damn it.

So, I am going to take a step class this morning. I don't care who teaches, I am just going to try to lose some calories. I have to work at 2:00pm but I need to stop using that as an excuse. I need to remind myself to take at least 3 cardio classes per week or at least a combination of teach & take three cardio classes total. I really cannot stand using cardio equipment of any sort. I don't run; I don't even run for the train at 3:00 in the morning - another will be by shortly. I just need to go to class.

I am 34 years-old in a happy seven year relationship. We are still going strong. It's simultaneously stimulating and comforting. It's not good for our waists (ask my partner!). Or was it the roasted red pepper & smoked mozzarella ravioli with mushroom marinara with sauteed kale? I just have to make it to step class. It's not getting easier. Damn it. Later.
 
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