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Meet Magic Mike! He’s the instructor for the 5:30AM TRX class Mich and I have started taking at the Y. That’s right, 5:30AM. The class is very strenuous and I’m not sure Mich will ever truly forgive me. Why she puts up with me, I will never know.
In addition to the TRX classes, Mich and I have also been going to deep water aerobics at 6AM a few times a week. And I’ve been biking 15-25 miles on Sunday. And I manage to sneak in karate classes at least once a week.
All that exercise. And yet somehow my butt is still expanding.
I know it’s a combination of stress, change-of-life hormones (i.e. menopause), and bad habits. And these three factors just feed on each other to make things worse. I’m not sure yet how I’m going to get a handle on it all. The exercise does help, but I need to be very careful about what I eat, and that’s something I just don’t do when I’m stressed. And of course, the hormone surges that come with menopause just jack that stress level right on up, and when that happens I turn straight to comfort food…
The Hubster tells me not to worry about it. He thinks I look fine. And I love him for saying that. But my jeans are saying something else entirely. So I’m going to do something about it, I just don’t know what yet. Perhaps Magic Mike will be able to magic the fat off my butt at the next TRX class.
Assuming I don’t hang myself on my straps first.
Yeah, that looks like me every time we put our feet in the straps and then turn over onto our stomachs all right….
Mich,
I swear, I feel like we’re auditioning for Cirque du Soliel every time we take that class.