Monday, June 7, 2010

Today, I Worked Out At The Y

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.


Honestly, peeps, it went well. My left shoulder is killing me, but it always hurts. I'll put on a heat wrap, same as always. I was surprised at how much the kids liked the gym. I don't know if it's just something new, but all three were gung-ho and eager to learn. Bucket just ran to every single machine and hopped on it, trying to figure it out. Missy and Tiger were slower in their approach, read the directions and then did their thing. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time following Bucket from machine to machine, and didn't get much work out time myself. I did do about 15 minutes on the treadmill, about 8 minutes on the bicycle machine, about 4 reps on the rower (that's when I did something to my shoulder) and a lot of small reps on each machine to show Bucket. We spent over 90 minutes there, but I was mostly in supervisory form until the kids get to know what they're doing. By the time we left, the boys were both sweaty messes. Missy was more delicate, but her face was red and she had drank three bottles of water. Right now, it is not even 10pm, and all three kids are out. I sure hope they're enthusiastic all summer for this. I'm hoping to do afternoon and evening stops at the Y.

Oh, and copying one of my favorite new blogs, Skinny Emmie, I've decided to go ahead and post my weight because I'm being honest about my struggle. I don't have quite a number in mind for what I want to be. I have a dress size in mind mostly because I understand that weight fluctuates quite a bit during the day. I don't want to say, "I must be 135 pounds!" and then be crushed when I'm up to 142 during spicy burrito week. I have more of a range in mind, so to speak.

So anyway, my big number is:


Some of you may be more, some of you less. Some of you may think I'm just a disgusting human being for letting myself get that far out of hand. Some people might be wishing to be at 276. I've been as high as 290, and in high school, I rocked the 130. I've stayed pretty consistently at this weight, however, for about three years. I weigh approximately 50-60 pounds more than my husband, and he's 8 inches taller than me. I know many people wonder how I got to this size. Some people, like Miriam and Erin, have known me for many years and remember me being much thinner. All I can say is, that was the past, but I'm here now and ready to change. I did have fun at the Y, and I know it's going to be a tough road. But good stuff worth having, is worth working hard for, and I'm ready.

Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to take a shower. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.


Randal, Erin & our 5 sweet Girlies said...

Sarah, I am so proud of you my awesome, sweet friend! Yay for you! You go girl! We can encourage each other in this journey! I'm happy that we've known each other so long! Love you! : )

Emily Sandford said...

Sarah- thanks for the shout out! Also, BE CAREFUL! You have my shoulder hurting just listening about your pain!
I'm glad the kids liked the Y. What a fun thing for you guys to do together.

Sarah R said...

Emmy...I injured my shoulder in a car accident back in 2002. It hurts fairly consistently, and it's just something I have to get past.
Erin...I love you too! I'll encourage you all the way, too!