Well, no surprise. Somehow those 10 L.B.S. I was supposed to concentrate on losing over the summer turned in to 10 L.B.S. EARNED! Really, it's my fault. I wasn't motivated or just a little lazy this year. (Trust me, if you need an excuse to not work out I've got about 1000 of them). So, with one of my best friend's wedding encroaching in just a mere few days, I decided it was time to do something. Nothing like waiting until the last possible hour of desperation to drop some weight.
I recently purchased a pair of those Champion Stride 'n Tones from one of my secret places to buy shoes. No, don't ask me where. I won't tell you. If I told you it WOULDN'T be a SECRET, now would it? Bribe me all you want...well, depends on how good the bribe is...but...I digress. I got the shoes for a steal, really a steal, because who wants to spend $75+ on a pair of shoes that may or may not give me the rockin' ass and legs I see on the TV model, who clearly hasn't worked to be fit her entire life. Seriously, a trial is needed before serious investment.
Monday I took them for a stroll. I was kind of stressed (don't act surprised) and decided to close up biz at 4:30 and go for a four+ mile walk to the lakefront, down and back. At first I thought that two hams were fighting for possession of my ass with each step. Then I realized, sigh, that it was really the fact that I had a full ham attached to each ass cheek and they bumped up and down as I walked - it's even worse when you're a fast walker like myself. Still, I kept the faith that these shoes would indeed do what the marketing ploy says they will (Damn marketers! Wait that's me) So, I turned up the mp3 and just kept going hoping that no one would catch site of the delicatessen I was packing in my pants. If only they were spiral hams and just fell apart as I walked....yeah, this is what I was thinking as I walked.
Believe it or not, after a while I started to feel the muscles in my quads and butt tighten a bit. Even think my sad pathetic excuse for a core was positively effected as well. I also noticed that the hams on my ass felt tighter as well - less flagrant bouncing up and down and more like they'd finally managed to be tamed. OMG, my shoes are the ASS WHISPERER!
Since then I've attempted to make sure they're on my feet at all times, sans professional meetings downtown. Slip on, slip off. While like all things in life, there is no magic bullet to getting in shape, it takes, ugh, work, I am feeling rather good about my odds in the next couple of months. If I don't take this off it's going to suddenly double over the winter months when all you can do in Chicago is eat and watch movies. Baby, it's cold outside!
Maybe the BFF is right. I should have just Lip Slutted my way to the flu and not eaten for a week!