About a month ago a close friend and I were discussing when we could meet to practice some music. Our schedules would not match up and the conversation ended with him texting me the words “Fail Whale”. I told him I had been eating healthy the last few months and he to this day claims he meant that it was a “Fail Whale” situation and he wasn’t calling me one. I take the words "Fail Whale" to mean a large whale that has been beached because it fails at swimming. Of course I knew he wasn't calling me a large mammal, but it is fun to give him a hard time sometimes. The next day as I was talking to him I leaned against a shelf….and broke it; which immediately made me look at him and say "I am such a fail whale". Rather ironic.
For the last three months I have been trying to live more of a healthy lifestyle. This has mainly involved eating single portion servings instead of treating each meal as an all-you-can-eat buffet, drinking tons of water, somewhat counting calories, and just being more active in general such as taking walks on my breaks at work and not having cable which makes me go to the gym to see my Thursday night shows. I’m not exactly following a “diet plan” but I am at least trying to somewhat be more conscientious of how I am living. I of course have gone off track for a day here and there but have been able to get right back to it the next day and not get discouraged. I have found that the key is to not deny myself something I want to eat, but rather portion size it. I have lost about 10 pounds! Yay! Although this is not exactly high numbers for three months, I am feeling so much healthier and clothes that were tight on me before are getting a little loose. I may be able to move some of my clothes into a fat wardrobe soon if they get too big for me. I’ve never had a fat wardrobe, just a too small wardrobe, so that is exciting for me.
To reward myself for eating decently for three months, I decided to join a gym down the street from me and go to “Zumba” class. I about died the first class. Zumba is basically a Latin dance aerobic class on steroids. What I like about it is that I can’t help but smile the whole time because I know how ridiculous I look, but don’t care because I am not Latino, and it is a given that I am not an expert at it….yet. My goal is to learn Zumba until someone mistakes me for being Latino….and then move on to HipHop!! I WISH they had a kickboxing class.
After officially joining the gym this weekend I received a voice message today from a very good looking sounding personal trainer letting me know that with joining the gym comes a free session of discussing my goals, why I go to the gym, taking my circumference measurements, and measuring my body fat percentage.
First of all, I know I am chunkyish; that is why I joined. Second, If I EVER decided I wanted to see the figures on my circumference or what percentage of me is chunk, I do not want them to be taken by a Justin Timberlake look alike personal trainer! As far as I am concerned I am feeling so much more energetic and healthy and slowly loosing some weight. I think I’ll wait until I lose a little more weight, master Zumba and Hiphop, become a fail swan instead of a fail whale, and THEN give him a call back. :)
Unfortunately, I am very aware that no matter how many Zumba or Hiphop classes I take I will never be able to conquer "Fail Whale" situations, those happen to me all the time! But with the help of Zumba, Hiphop, and everything healthy except celery, at least I won't think I'm being called one anymore.
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