I’ve had an interestingly terrible day.
This morning I decided to try out the spin bikes all by myself since there wasn’t a class going on. When I got on the bike I couldnt help but see the bike yellow sign on it that said MAXIMUM WEIGHT: 300lbs. My heart skipped a beat and I panicked for a second before I remembered I weigh 216lbs now. Sometimes I have these moments where I almost forget. I’ll catch myself looking in a mirror and not recognizing myself. I’ll see a weight limit sign and freeze. Today, I thought I was going to break a spin bike.
Once I remembered my weight, I felt like this would be an opportune time to get comfortable with a spin bike. Low and behold other people felt the day way. The first guy that came in asked if he could turn the lights off. Wtf? Creeper. The 2nd guy was a chubby, flaming man who was clearly fabulous and every 3 minutes he sang about ten flat notes as loud as he could at the top of his lungs. He would watch me and when I turned my head to make eye contact he’d pretend he was never looking….we were facing mirrors. I could literally see him staring at me. It was so bizarre. I ended up doing 11.5 miles in 30 minutes. I was able to work through climbing hills and changing gears (which is where I currently really struggle.) Then I ran 1.75 miles. It felt really good to be back in the gym after having been out for a couple of days. (WHO AM I?)
Last night my husband went to weigh himself and the scale read “LO”…. Low Battery. I actually freaked out. How long has it been low? Does this mean my weight has been inaccurate? Maybe I havent lost? I need to weigh in. It was terrible. I literally spazzed out. My husband reassurred me that everything was fine. That I’ve lost weight: he can see it. That it’s okay. I slightly believed him. I weigh in for the week tomorrow. We’re buying a new battery tonight.
Work has been terrible today, too. It’s just one of those days where I’ve felt like an idiot with everything I do. Which is terrible because I am extremely confident.
We’re going to Reb Lobster for dinner. Thankfully, I feel like I’ve got the whole eating out thing pretty much down now. Unfortunately, because my day has been so shitty I really feel like sitting down with a glass bottle of whiskey and a basket of their cheddar bay biscuits.
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