Yesterday I went to the gym. It has very quickly become one of my favorite places to release some frustrations and to actually make myself feel better. I don't at all feel guilty for taking some mommy time. The kids are all at school and really, it's only an hour or so.
I went and signed up for some personal training on Saturday. The lady I talked to made it seem like I was going to have a GREAT time with this specific trainer. She was a runner and just loved to help other runners, especially new ones. That would be perfect for me. I am pretty new and I feel as if I could use some help.
So, we set it up. Monday at 10 am. Perfect!
I get there on Monday, all dressed in my workout gear and ready to go. She introduces herself and she was like an angel. She was so sweet and soft spoken. She was going to be perfect for me. No way was she going to be one of these trainers that make you want to curl up in the fetal position crying for your momma or an ambulance half way though.
I was wrong!
We started going and the very first exercise I thought to myself, how in the world am I going to get into THAT position. I did. It wasn't easy. She went through some exercises that I thought were more like something she found in a medieval torture book than actual exercises. I did them and sweat so much that I thought I was going to shrivel up into nothing. By the time it was over, we hadn't ran any. I really wanted to run. Instead, my legs were like jell-o. I was fine with the jell-o legs. I have had that before. I actually like jell-o legs. What I didn't like was the fact that my legs felt like they were going to give out on me. They were telling me that they were done. There was no way that they were going to carry me any further than they did. They were rebelling against me more than my 13 year old daughter. They were screaming at me and telling me that they weren't going to do it...no way, no how. I contemplated taking the elevator, but decided that I wasn't going to be a baby and instead I took the stairs. All 2 flights of them. What in the world was the gym thinking by putting the workout area of the gym on the second floor? I hobbled down both flights, holding onto the rail. I am sure I was a pitiful sight. That sweet angelic trainer? I have now decided that she is the devil! A sweet, soft spoken devil! A devil that I am suppose to see again, and soon.
I walked around all day like I did a day or two after my hip surgery in March. I wasn't sore per say, my legs were just weak. I went all day just dreading the next day. If I was weak today, what was I going to be like tomorrow?
The kids and I had a great, light dinner. Mexican chicken soup. Everyone ate it all up. It was fantastic and super easy for me to make. Which was awesome since I didn't want to do anything but lay down and sleep. What a day for my husband to have to be at a retirement party.
Mexican Chicken Soup
1lb. chicken tenders, in bite size pieces
2 tsp. olive oil
1/2 c. onions, chopped
1 medium frozen bag of corn
1/2 tsp. ground cumin
1/2 tsp. chili powder
4 c. chicken stock
1 c. salsa
Tortilla chips-optional and to taste
Sour cream-optional and to taste
Shredded cheese-optional to taste
Heat oil in soup pot over medium heat. Add onion and chicken to the pot. Cook until chicken is almost cooked. Add cumin and chili powder. Add chicken stock and raise heat to high. Add salsa and corn. Cover the pot until the soup is steaming and almost boiling.
Garnish with tortilla chips, sour cream and shredded cheese. We also use fresh jalapenos, more salsa whatever we have on hand or craving.
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