The FitBit has taken over control of my life! I feel like I’m hooked up to the computer in the movie 2001. I’m actually weighing every decision I make to see if the FitBit will be proud of me or not. This may be the way I finally lose weight – by being guilted into it by a computer.
I look at my FitBit webpage every night. It tells me the percentage of my day that I’ve been sedentary. I hang my head and swear to do better. Two days ago I hit 104% of my goal for miles walked. I was so proud. Yesterday, I watched the LOST finale in the afternoon instead of exercising. The graphs were not so happy looking after that decision. (As an aside – I love the LOST finale. I’ve always been more interested in the stories about the characters and less interested in the intricacies of the island so the finale was perfect for me. I was all teary. Sniffle, sniffle.)
I was impressed by how it interpreted fencing. That day I had gone for a walk at lunch and fencing in the afternoon. The graphs showed lots of steps at the time of the walk and not so much during fencing. That’s true but I know I worked lots harder when fencing than when walking. I scrolled down to the graph showing calories burned and the fencing spiked up my calorie burn to more than the walk. How did it know? I think it is magic. Ok, I realize that it is probably reading time and knows that the steps are happening faster during fencing and thus there is a greater effort but I’m still just going to go with magic.
I feel guilty now about sitting still at work. I pace instead. I love to pace and it is my major stress relief but I now I’m doing it to get my numbers up. Every time I want to eat I envision my calories burned graph and decide if chocolate ice cream is really such a good idea. It is guilting me into being healthier. I’m down 4 lbs on the scale since Monday. I fluctuate all over so that may not mean anything. I even walked to a nearby restaurant to get my lunch today instead of driving…
The first rule of Fight Club is that you don’t talk about Fight Club.
The first rule of blogging is that you talk about everything.
I’ve been a blogger longer than a fighter so I guess that rule wins.
I went to my first fencing lesson last night. It will be henceforth known as fight club because that sounds cooler. The first thing I did was get fitted with my outfit. It starts with a molded chest protector. I have a large chest. This makes it even larger. I felt an urge to sing German opera when she strapped it on me.
This was covered with a straight-jacket-like top. Then I got my mask. Those masks are hot!
I was the only absolute beginner there at first so I got a one on one crash course in basic positioning and movement. We practiced “advance, advance, lunge” and “retreat, retreat, lunge.” The lunge is done almost like Warrior II pose in yoga but it is fast and you have to get back up fast. She warned me that fencing will develop my left side of my lower body (because I’m left handed so I’m leading with my left leg) but not the right so I should work at home on moving to the right to balance.
Then I got turned lose to play. I fenced with a 14 year old girl with a cold first. That made us sort of even since I’m out of shape and she couldn’t breathe. This is a huge cardio workout. After a few minutes I was dripping sweat. I don’t sweat like that when I run.
Then a person I recruited from work and her mom came. They admired my new and improved chest and went to get some of their own. I fought a small child and whupped him. Why yes I am proud. I did trip over my own feet and fall down in front of him at one point. Whoops.
Shelley and her mom got the basics lesson while I rotated through kids. There was one who really knew what she was doing. She slapped me hard across the left bicep with the foil. I have bruises today. I’m so proud. I sent pictures to Shelley. Her mom has a matching bruise for the same reason. That kid is in their dance school. She will be tortured at her next lesson! (Insert evil supervillian laugh)
Driving home last night my thighs and butt (both left and right sides) were hurting. I was concerned that I wasn’t going to be able to get out of the car. I told the SO to make sure I was able to get vertical before he left me this morning. I’m not as sore today but my knees are a bit stiff and I’m tired.
The local mall is having a hard time keeping stores. As a result they are starting to have some offbeat new occupants. I wander around on my lunch break twice a week. Now I could get a tattoo or join a table tennis league at the mall. I’m not really interested. But today I saw the newest occupant and OMG! OMG! OMG! (Imagine jumping up and down while squealing like a teenager)
They have fencing lessons!
I’ve always wanted to learn to fight. Ok, I really want to do roundhouse kicks a la Buffy but fencing, a la every bad guy in the history of bad guys, would be cool. Of course in my hands it will probably look like a beekeeper having a seizure.
Beginner classes are at 6 pm on Monday, Thursdays, and Fridays. I work nearby until 6 on those days. The first lesson is free. Be still my cheap little heart! After that it is $50 a month and you can take 8 classes a month.
I’m going to go tonight to get info like what to wear, etc. All I know about fencing is that you use an epee which is a wonderful word to have in your vocabulary if you do crossword puzzles. Besides, I looked through the store window and there are dragons painted on the walls. Dragons! I so have to go and try it at least once just like I tried curling. I hurt myself curling so I can’t imagine what I may do to myself with a sword!