For those of you who don’t know, Richie and I joined a climbing gym. As in indoor rock climbing. They are holding a challenge for the month of June called Sender Bender- if you can attend the gym every single day, all 30 days in June, you get your July membership free. Also, you are entered into a drawing to win a free year membership.
Richie and I have both reached Day 22. There are only nine people left in the running. I think the reason that I have made it so far is because I don’t have to climb every day. They offer group yoga twice a week, and they have a little workout room with weights and yoga mats. And there isn’t a time limit. All they care about is that you are active. I can only climb two days in a row before I need a break. I once climbed three days in a row and my arms were burning. The days in between I go down to the workout room and do yoga for twenty minutes. It’s amazing.
My cousin Peter is getting married this weekend, and yesterday I tried on my little black dress. It was a bit tight in the bust because my birth control has made my boobs grow a lot. So I took the dress off and just sat in my bra and underwear and just hated my body. I have been working out for a few weeks and I haven’t lost weight and my arms are still flabby. I of course did not take into consideration that the dress is 17 years old and I had just scarfed down a brownie with ice cream.
Richie and I went climbing and a gloomy little cloud followed me around. Then, at one point, I was climbing, and my feet slipped. My arms, however, did not. They held me good and steady until my feet situated themselves. That’s new. That wouldn’t have been possible a month ago. And I’m climbing the walls faster now.
This happens every once in a while, though. My brain will hate my body for a while, and I’ll hate food for a while, and then my brain will re-set itself. So I’ll allow my brain this particular temper tantrum. But next week, PBS is showing new episodes of the Great British Bake Off and I’ll be baking something new each week, so.