Triple G and Standing Tall
You’re going, going, busy, busy and then suddenly realize the day is almost gone. I am enjoying the active life, but it does kind of suck that time seems to be moving more quickly because I’m having fun. Now is when I want time to be the turtle, not the hare. I want every moment to last as long as it can.
5am wake up is the normal now. I do my crunches before I get out of bed, and cuddle my dogs while I get a bottle of water in. I prepare for my day, crochet a little or play a game until it’s time to leave for water fitness. I enjoy this quiet time each morning, before my husband and daughter wake and I am able to center on myself and tell myself all about the awesome day we will have, making plans for the next hurdle and what we will do to celebrate milestones.
Today’s water fitness was subbed so I didn’t get to try to one up my normal instructor. Instead, they sent some athletically built beast of a woman to do the class. She came out of the locker room and i immediately knew she was not one of the darling old ladies in our group. She’s going to destroy me. She was entirely unfamiliar with our class and basically said she was going to just do what she did with her other class and if we couldn’t keep up, it was fine. “Now look here, woman!” my brain is squealing. But that rebellion kicked in. I didn’t care what she was about to put me through, I was going to keep up.
That was the plan anyway. I quickly realized there was no way my 380 pounds were going to turn on a dime in 4.5’ of water. I almost—ALMOST— got discouraged. I just stood my ground. Ok, no, I didn’t. I still tried to spin and skip and shit, but I mostly flailed and splashed and broke a toe trying to do the moves. BUT what ultimately matters is that I did all of the aerobics she threw at us…just with little to no dignity or grace. I was the only one who kept up and made it through the full sets.
Other than my butchering of the choreography, one other moment made me laugh a little too loudly. Each time I’ve been, for the two-ish weeks I’ve been going, the lifeguard has always been a female and rarely left the lifeguard chair. Today, it was a young man. Tall, dark, handsome, and far too young for anyone at that pool. He stood, actually guarding our lives, right at the edge of the pool. I didn’t think much of it, because surely these sweet little old ladies were too mature to care or comment, yeah? Ten minutes into the class, one of my cohorts turned and started what I thought was going to be a cute story.
Great Grandma Georgia: “You know, I’ve been married 47 years.”
Me: “Oh, wow! That’s amazing.”
Triple G: “ Mhm. But that’s a good looking lifeguard.”
Me: chokes on a guffawing laugh
Triple G: “If I start drowning, don’t you touch me.”
The remainder of the class was mostly snickers and a gaggle of 80 year old women ogling this 20 year old guy. I was so amused. And it made for a very fun experience while the instructor tried to keep a straight face.
Came home, showered and spent the day doing family things and resting achy muscles from my decision to do the same machines at the gym today that I did yesterday. Not going to strength train tomorrow to let them repair.
Updated comparison shots and measurements below. I cannot believe how much smaller I am overall, and how I’m able to stand up straight for the first time in nearly 5 years. My entire body is shrinking and straightening. It’s incredible to experience.
Love every moment and push through!
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