Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Under The Guise of Working Out.

My Friend jenthemom and I have a deal to work out Monday, Wednesday and Friday but I have realized that its more about the conversation the reps. When we first started working out we were there for 1.5 hours now we are at the the gym for 0.5 hours. Even when we are there we arn't really there. More often than not we are leaning over the weight machine and talking instead of pumping iron. I would like to blame it all on Jens pregnancy but I have always been a chatterbox, just look at my report cards. Could that be why I haven't lost any weight in the last 3 months?

Maybe it could be because we don't always go. If the week is busy the work out is the first thing dropped. Then there are the times we fully intend to work out but something comes up and we end up at either house and don't quite make it to the gym. Kind of like today.

Today we are to go to the gym but presently we are at jen's house waiting for a high chair. Although we still intend to go I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't make it to the gym.

So here I sit, with a figurative gun to my head, blogging because Jen is suffering from some kind of withdrawl and yes I still don't have internet. Perhaps we are not waiting for a highchair after all.

ps. Jens computer is blocking spell check so no spelling coments please.


Karen said...

It's good to see you back. It's been a while. In this case I'm kind of thankful you didn't make it to the gym right away.

ABQ Mom said...

We've missed reading from you. So glad you were able to find time to squeeze in a few minutes to write a short message. I'm happy to see you didn't go to the gym today either. :-) My working out pretty much fizzled out as soon as it started to get a bit cool in the morning. I hope to pick it up again soon because I am already seeing a difference. Good luck to you in your workout endevors!

Allrie said...

Once upon a time, my friend Karen and I joined an aerobics class. It was in the evening, and our husbands volunteered to babysit! How could we not go? Week one--we went and worked. Week 2 I knew I was pregnant, Karen worked ( I have difficult to carry pregnancies) Week 3 Karen was beginning to suspect she was also pregnant, so we went for ice cream. Ditto the next several weeks--Hey our husbands were staying with the kids and we had an evening out--think we were going to spoil that? This went on for a couple months until we could no longer hide our pregnancies from our husbands. We never did confess the ice cream, but I've always suspected they knew.