Monday, January 14, 2013

DAY EIGHT - A Friend in Need

Alternate Title: Is A Friend Indeed

Week two!!  We're practically on the home stretch!  Well, sort of, if you don’t count the fact that there’s still 20 days left.  But who's counting anyways?

My "day of rest" was a lot harder than I thought it would be.  So hard that I’ve even considered moving it away from the weekend because I had way too much down time yesterday and wanted to eat everything in sight. Including my children. But not only did I not do the aforementioned, I also managed to not eat any of the forsaken foods either.

So last night before I went to bed, I was thinking that I wanted to start this week off with something fun. Something that would motivate me to keep on keepin' on... and that’s when it hit me. I would make my husband do a barre class with me!!! Genius right?

As I was upstairs in my room watching The Golden Globes, he was downstairs watching football. I was way too sore from doing Kait's "Turbo in Ten" the night before to go downstairs and talk to him.  So I decided to simply text him.

Me: Hey boyfriend, want to do a quick Barre3 class with me before you go to work tomorrow?

BF: No.

Me: Aw come on! It will be fun, it will be like, a date!

BF: No. And if you keep texting me I will call Sprint and block you.

Me: You can’t. I’m the one with all of the account information, remember? ( I had thought ahead and planned for moments like these.)  Now c’mon... this is going to be one of those moments in life where you look back and say to yourself, man, I totally wish I would’ve done that!

BF: (silence)...

Me: I’m guessing that’s a no?

BF: (more silence) ...

Next, I called my brother, who is also one of my besties. 

Me: Hello?  Hey, I have this BRILLIANT idea. I'm going to blog about us doing a barre3 class together.

Patrick: That is brilliant.  Except for the part about ME doing it.  There's no $%^&ing way.  

Me: Awwww, c'mon.  There are really gorgeous instructors. If you don't do this, you're gonna regret this for the rest of your life

Patrick: Uh, no I'm not.  Trust me.  I feel really good about my "no".  Oh, wanna do happy hour later? Hahahahahaha. (click).

You might think I was out of options at this point, but nope, there was still my  friend, Chad, who I’ve known since the fourth grade.  I’ve talked him into a bunch of really fun things over the years, most of which have ended poorly for him.  But he’s resilient. Either that or he has a really bad memory.  

Although there were times it ended poorly for me too, and I even have pencil lead in my neck to prove it.  I was going to insert a picture here of my neck for proof, but when I asked my 11 year old daughter to take it, she was horrified and begged me not to do such a mortifying thing. So here's a picture of me and Chad when we were about 10
Do you like my hair? I was attempting to copy Sabrina from Charlie's Angels. I think I nailed it.

I picked up my phone and dialed...

Me: Hey buddy!

Chad: (warily) Hey.  What do you want?

Me: Oh nothing, I was just calling to say hi.

Chad: Do we really have to do this every time? I know when you’re calling to say hi and I know when you have some kind of scheme cooking.  The squeak in your voice is a dead giveaway.

Me: Fine, you’re right.  Look, do you want to do an online exercise class with me tomorrow, so I can get a guys perspective?

Chad: Uh. Sure. Why not?

Me: C’mon pleeeease?  Wait, did you say yes?

Chad: Why do I suddenly feel nervous? I’m not going have to wear tights, am I?

Me: Just be here at 10am.  Don’t be late (click).

Chad showed up on time and I’d told him we would need at least a half hour. But I was bummed because I was running 10 minutes late. He wasn’t sad though. He had somewhere to be so he only had 10 minutes left anyway.  He was smug in thinking not all that much damage could be done with the remaining time we had left.

Well, unfortunately for Chad, he didn’t know about Kait’s “Turbo in 10”.  

When we started, he was all smiles, but that didn’t last long. I’ll spare you a long story but let’s just say that I wasn’t the only one whimpering and begging Kait for mercy.

Towards the end Kait was having us “meeeeelt” into the floor...

Kait: Feeeeeeel the tension leave your body...

Chad: The only thing I feel leaving my body, is my dignity.

As I turned and smiled, I could see a tear running down Chad’s left cheek, and when we finished, he collapsed on the floor and began crawling for the door.

Chad: It’s been fun, Mis (he sputtered out), but I have to jet.

Chad called me a little later and said he couldn’t believe how it got his heart rate up and actually made him feel pretty good. And that the feeling was starting to come back into his legs.  It made him feel so good that he even offered to do another one with me on Wed. I say he’s ready for Candace’s Ballet Boot Camp. I think I’ll video that one.

So far food today has been pretty uneventful. I had my usual coffee and then after the class, I had this for breakfast:
-3/4 cup of plain greek, full fat yogurt.
- a handful of blueberries.
- a big pinch with all fingers of sliced almonds
- a slightly smaller pinch of coconut chips.

I really like it, but what I’m getting excited about, is that my kids are starting to want to eat the same things.  I don’t want to speak prematurely, but if Sadie’s little plan actually transforms the eating habits of my whole family, without them even noticing, I might just have to nominate her for some kind of food and health related Nobel prize.

Ok, this is all I have for today, but I do have a new plan. After this one, all of my blogs will come out the morning after the day that it happened. Did that make sense? So tomorrow's blog will come out on Wednesday morning. That way, I can give you the full rundown of what happened the day before.

How did you spend your “day of rest”?




  1. Missy, is this YOU? It doesn't sound like you because you are so skinny and this sounds like it's about dieting!? The yogurt parfait sounds/looks great (can you make me one, too?) and I really want to hear more about the Barre3 classes; are they like ballet class?

    I'm hopelessly stuck in the 90's.

    1. Skinny came pretty easy for me, til I turned forty... :) Its also a lot about just trying to take better care of myself and my family. Miss you Ginna!!!!

  2. Will you get me Chad's number? I unsuccessfully tried to get my husband to do a yoga class with me the other night. I needed extra motivation to get myself out the front door. He said he would walk me to the studio but that he would spend the next hour at the bar across the street. I was on my own.

    1. Hahahahah. I KNOW- everyone should have a Chad.

  3. That Chad sure is a sport. Let's see how his legs feel tomorrow. Hopefully fine so he doesn't use the Jan Brady excuse of "something suddenly came up" for Wednesdays workout. Please film it. :)

    1. Amy, you need to come visit me while I'm doing this. Then I'll really have something funny to blog about.

  4. This is my favorite day. Day 8! I laughed through the whole post. You go, writer dieter. You go!

  5. That's hilarious! I actually made my husband do one of the workouts with me. He realized it was no joke! My favorite part was when Sadie said "Just 30 more!" and he shouted "DID SHE JUST SAY THIRTY!?"

    1. Hahahahahaha!!! Don't you wish you could post a video?? (I mean without ending your marriage).

  6. Knowing Chad, I am dying right now!!!I couldn't even get him to go on a hike with me :)He must really LOVE you!