Emergency Relief Fund Needed

We thank you for your past support in donating $100 each month to our important cause for the betterment and beautification of a small group of fellow Torontonians. We appreciate that you have only visited the facility that one time to sign up and gain a tour and yet you somehow snagged a coveted eye height non-breeze-way permanent locker. You are a very lucky individual! In exchange for your donation you can take pride in knowing that other less apathetic or possible more desperate or organized individuals can know and fully understand the pain of DOMS first hand.

My Garden Pimple

Hey All!! Well I was on staycation last week. You would think I would have had no problems writing up a few posts for this site, but NO! I did my usual. I made big lists of chores and then ignored them and read books and watched movies instead. Then on the last 3 days of my vacation I tried to get all the high priority jobs done. I surprised myself! I went outside and did some gardening for 45 minutes then I gave myself and hour to cool down as I am a real sweaty girl. Then a half hour of housework and back outside for another 45 minutes and so on. I had some false starts. I first tried to saw tree limbs by hand. That was a bad idea so the first evening I went out and got a CHAIN SAW! YEAHHHHHH! I actually do know how to use one and even repair it. I was a little disappointed at how often the chain needs to be adjusted. Hopefully as it ages the chain will stop stretching so much. Anyway it was fun to be the Master of Destruction on my pile of fallen tree branches. I … Continue reading

Getting Started is the Key

My trainer just came back from a conference where they emphasized getting your hapless victims customers to step outside their comfort zone.  Yeah … after the butt-kicking he gave me there was no zone, no place and not even a lazy-boy of comfort to step away from.  In fairness I think he actually went easy on me but I lived the good life while he was away and now it is time to pay up. Anyway in an effort to follow his new mantra I did go out to buy wireless headphones so I can Zumba or Dance to the Oldies along with my TV and not be interrupted by rude people banging on my front door wanting me to stop the music.  Now they will just get to hear the soothing sound of my off key solo singing and stomping to the oldies.

It Ain’t High School Gym Class

At one time you were a 17 year old high school geek praying it wasn’t going to be square dancing day or yoga day or gymnastics day in gym class.  You hoped you were not picked last for team sports and that you were invisible when changing in the locker room.  Most people had the same experience in gym class.  There was something you were not good at and the potential for embarrassing debacles was high. That’s right you have spent years erasing that 17 year old twit from your memory.  You’re a responsible adult that others look to for guidance.  You don’t stammer and stutter your way through a meeting.  You are clear, concise and effective.  So how come that 17 year old is the one making your decisions about fitness?  I can’t join a health club! I won’t fit in!  I won’t know what to do!  People will look at me and laugh behind my back!

Just One Thing

I have to say I love a good tool!  Not the latest 12-in-1 wrench, knife, corkscrew … tool although I love that kind as well.  No I’m not talking about THAT guy at work either.  I mean an idea that can make it a bit easier to get things done. When I first started changing my life and going to the gym.  I used a tool.  I called it “Just One Thing”.  You see it is easier for me to deal with challenges if I simplify it.  Each day I told myself that I had to do “Just One Thing”.  Is the suspense killing you yet?

Procrastination

So I need to write my first real post for Fat Chicks Fitness. What if nobody is interested in what I have to say?  What if I can’t produce enough posts over time and I lose momentum?  What if Barbara Walters reads my site and wants to interview me as one of her most interesting people? What if my family reads this?  Eeeeeek!!!!! This is how I procrastinate.  I am a worrier and I like to plan for every possible problem.  As a result, nothing gets done.  When the task is new to me or I just plain don’t want to do it I make endless plans.