Ok... so I'm not in the navy yet... but the 4 on a scale of 1-10 has now gotten to be about a 6... maybe a 7. I'm fed up with the air force recruiter in this town. They are never freakin' there. How are you supposed to recruit if you're unavailable? HMM?
Anyways... so here's the deal.
Wednesday before work, I go to the Armed Forces Career Center to try and talk to the Navy guy, the Army guy, and maybe the AF reserve if she's there. Well... I started from left to right... so Navy was first. Cuz apparently they're "first." lol. Anyways... of course the guy is nice, charismatic, and friendly. Aren't they all supposed to be? ANYWAY... so somehow I agreed to start working out everyday and limit my diet to uhm.... icky salads, chicken, and water. *sighs* Have to be in shape before MEPS when I get measured. AND...I agreed to go "running" today with Petty Officer Robinson. HAH!
Please note before you read the next paragraph: I have not worked out in... well... I have not worked out in almost two years. I told Robinson this, so he said he'd go easy on me. I graciously thanked him.
But did we run? No... no no no. We did not run. He tricked me! lol. First we stretched like we were going to run. Then he told me to do situps... twenty. I'm a crunches kind of girl, but I somehow did them. Then we did some kind of "6 inches above the deck" leg lift things. Then....... we did suicides. yes...freakin suicides. So to sum up my hour workout: situps, leg lifts, situps, leg lifts, situps, leg lifts, suicides, situps, suicides, situps, suicides, situps, leg lifts, situps, leg lifts, suicides, situps, some kind of arm superman thing, some thing they do in boot camp where you count to eight and basically go through the motions of a push up, and then twenty jumping jacks....finally...when i felt dizzy, had a headache, and felt like I was going to puke, he let me WALK..a mile and a half. lol. Dear god. Please note that from the first suicides, there was no breaking... none... nada...zilch...except for when my muscles gave out during the last set of situps and he had to help me complete the excercise. So my heart rate went up, stayed up, and my wheezing was non-stop for about fourty five minutes. I was grunting and groaning and could feel my heart about to pound out of my chest. I told him as he practically pushed me along on the last suicide that he was my "favorite person right now." lol. I think he thought I meant it...not sure he caught my sarcasm. I wanted nothing more than to just collapse on the ground. God I'm out of shape. On the drive back to the recruitment office he admitted he might have gone a little overboard for my first time. HAHA! REALLY?! Ya think?
Guess what? I'm gonna do it again on Monday night. I must be crazy. AND I'm renewing my membership at the payne center tomorrow to go swim laps... and I'm going to do an easier version of the previously mentioned workout by myself on saturday...swim sunday... workout monday with robinson (maybe I'll actually die this time), a day off on tuesday cuz the pool will be closed, swim on wednesday... get weighed and measured again on Thursday.
All the week long i will eat like a monk...i have stocked up on healthy groceries: three bags of different kinds of salads, two types of salad dressings, two large bags of celery stalks, cranberry juice, 24 pack of bottled water, crystal light, chicken chicken chicken, and cream cheese to put on the celery sometimes...or peanut butter. The celery is my snack food. PLUS...i bought bagels for the morning so I'll still be getting some grains. I felt like the food nazi at the grocery store... sneering loathingly at fudge and croisants near the check out, frowning disdainfully at the bags of chips, and passing by the frozen pizza's without a second glance. I'm on a mission. I can do this. I do posses the discipline.