I dragged myself into the gym tonight and started my warm up on the cross trainer when I felt a boing… damn convertible bra! The clip that holds the right bra strap came adrift. I thought I could slip it back (while still cross training cos I didn’t want my heart rate going down) but the catch thing had totally snapped.
Must remember – always take a sports bra to the gym. Is it just me or do other people have continous problems with convertible bras? I’m always having the straps coming unlatched and having to fix them. Like I’ll put the bra on and go to do it up and then strap will come lose so I fix that and another one comes lose! It takes an extra five minutes to get dressed in the morning. I’ll never buy another one ever. They are too high maintenance.
Luckily I didn’t need that much support for my workout. I don’t think running in a strapless bra would do me any favours!
I had weight loss rage today. I stomped down to the gym thinking – why do I have to do this? Every night it’s the same thing… gym, gym, gym. Why can’t I go home and laze on the couch with a family block of cadburys watching Idol like most everyone else in Australia? Even reminding myself that most everyone else in Australia is now obese didn’t help.
I’d like to say that a weights session and a spin class later, my attitude changed to sweetness and light but I’d be lying through my teeth.
I’m damn sick of Fitness First – they’ve spent thousands of dollars on plasma tvs for the gym so we can be bombarded with advertisements yet the sound system in the spin class is so crap you can’t hear the instructor over the music.
Although to be honest, you don’t want to hear him when he says: ‘Are you ready to rock cos I’ve got Acca Dacca coming up!’ then plays the gayest ever dance mix of Thunderstruck. This was after the dance mix of Smoke on the Water. Where do they get this music? Please tell me so I can pay them a visit with my lighter and kerosense. I mean dance music has it’s place. But don’t, please… I beg of you.. ever mix it with rock.
Some princess had her gear spread out all over the bench near my locker after my shower so I got my bag out and plonked it on top her stuff then laughed maliciously to myself because she wore an A cup sports bra.
I waited hours for the tram then, when it came into sight, I remembered I’d wanted to go to JB to get new headphones for my ipod. And why the hell don’t they make waterproof ipods? I try to keep my ipod on at all times at the gym except classes (I’d do it then if I could) but you can’t wear an ipod in the shower (or while getting changed cos there’s nowhere to clip it). I had to suffer some hideous bland commercial chick band then Franz Ferdinand — arrrgghh, like hearing them play while waiting for Iggy at the BDO wasn’t suffering enough.
Then I had the tram trip home — the other day a woman on the radio complained because everyone on public transport wears ipods instead of socialising with each other. That’s stupid because 1) no one ever “socialised” on trams and 2) who wants to? If i could, I’d build a bubble around me and keep everyone out for the whole trip. She should try catching the #68 tram and then we’d see how social she wanted to be!
There was one dude on the tram – he looked all corporate and suited up and he wasn’t actually talking to his friend (the one that no one else could see) but his body language and face gestures suggested that the friend was talking to him heaps! He kept nodding and laughing and looking serious – and no matter where I turned my head, I could see him.
After he left, we had a young guy wanting chocolate. He asked everyone on the tram until he got some. Then he sat back down and asked me if I wanted to look at his bag of pot. At least it was his pot and not his penis. Worst of all, he told me I looked like a “nice lady”.
There was a point to this post apart from me bitching about my day – oh yeah – I think I have weight loss fatigue. I thought when I got to goal, I’d be able to ease off a little – do a bit less cardio, maybe take a night off – but I don’t feel like I can. I have this fear that if I stop, all the weight will come flooding back. Like it did last week!
I’m sure I just need a good night’s sleep but today I’m damn grumpy.