Oh the gym

I have been forcing, forcing, forcing myself to go to the gym the last couple days. Saturday it was a gorgeous day so I ran outside (okay, jogged...okay walked the dogs). Sunday I cleaned house most of the day becase it was chilly and gray out. Monday and today it was rain, rain, rain, BUT I forced myself to go to the gym! Now granted today I ate a snickers bar and had a glass of wine both last night and tonight, but I don't feel like I've been eating terribly. Or at least too terribly.

Usually after cardio I do abs and I prefer to use the machine that supports your head and neck (its a bench that you lay on, but has like an ab roller on top). Tonight someone was using it and I was kinda ready to head home so I gamely climbed on an ab bench that was at a 45 degree angle. I put my feet under the little hooks and laid back with my head towards the ground. Um doing these crunches was a heck of a lot harder than I thought it would! As I was laying there crunching I started to wonder "how in the hell am I going to sit up to get off this thing?" I began to work out different scenarios such as rolling to the side and off the bench, unhooking my feet and sliding down on my back and then rolling off, or staying there forever. Each scenario seemed mortifying and I realized I would just have to FORCE myself to sit up. I waited until there was no one near me and I huffed and puffed my way up until I could get a hand to my side and grab the bar with my other hand. I probably won't do that again. Plus I think I only ended up doing 25 crunches because I was so consumed by my fear of getting stuck on this stupid bench. While I was on the elliptical I watched a (much thinner) woman doing reverse crunches on an incline bench and getting her feet so far up and over that she almost could touch the wall behind her. Granted she didn't have 35 pounds of belly fat getting in the way. My legs would've just bounced off my giant gut and gone flying back in the other direction.

Damn snickers bar.