Friday, March 18, 2011

Yes, it still happens...

I met a friend at a gym we both belong to for a barbell group class. Neither of us had tried the class before, but we figured what the hell. We admitted we were a bit intimidated as it's relatively new, but we looked at it as an opprotunity to test our fitness.

We get there and we knew there was all this "setup" that was required, so we told the instructor that we were new, what would we need, etc. She tells us that since this is our first class we should put 2.5 lb plates on our bar. That's not a typo - no asking us about our fitness level or anything. We looked at one another, shrugged, and said OK.

We went and "loaded" up our bar and I said to my friend we are going to throw these through the ceiling. So, we saw some chicks that seemed like they were our fitness level and loaded to 35 lbs with multiple plates as we knew we'd be doing lower and upper body.

The victory for both of us was after class we said that we could have easily put another 20 lbs on the bar for the max weight work as my max heart rate only hit 145 for a short period of time  and we completed all exercises and reps easily with no modifications. We felt good, strong, and honestly validated that our fitness routine is paying off!

Then, I got home. We had decided we would meet up with some friends at a bar for St. Pat's for a bit. I was overly hungry and in a rush. I had made traditional corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, and carrots. At this point, with essentially nothing in my band (.2) I can eat whatever. I just always watch the amount and do the basics.

So, what did I do? I ate totally mindlessly. The portion was the right amount, but I ate way too fast and paid no attention to the size of the bites so that I could get ready and we could get going. BAD MOVE! And, it was a sneak up attack. I felt totally fine. Then on the drive to the bar I knew that something was up. OMG, I was SOOOO miserable!!! It was visible to my husband and my friends that I was not feeling well. I then suffered in silence for TWO frickin' hours. Oh well, just shows even this far out that bad habits can still surface.

1 comment:

Beth Ann said...

Ugh! That stinks! But YAY for you guys conquering that class. WOOHOO!