the body

Thursday, January 22, 2009

the body

Who’s the body? I’m the body. I am Heidi Klum. At least that’s what I tell myself at the gym for motivation. I am Heidi Klum. I am Heidi Klum. I am Heidi Klum. Surprisingly enough it works. I get the energy and motivation to continue with my workouts. After watching the True Hollywood Story of Heidi Klum and hearing that soon after her pregnancy (I believe it was 2 months) she did the Victoria Secret fashion show. I was like, um, ok. I, too, can be Heidi Klum then. Where are my millions of dollars and Seal? So as you’ve gathered, I’ve become somewhat of a “gym rat” or “gym Nazi.” I try to go every day even if it is just for 30 minutes. Lately, though, I’ve been managing to spending hours. Yes, you’ve heard correctly, hours at the gym. Last night was my all-time record at three hours. Three hours at the gym actually using it and not just sitting in the steam room. I did three cardio classes back to back. First was Jab (or kickboxing), which I utterly enjoy because for some reason I always seem to find the anger from within to kick ass. Second, I did urban rebounding, which is mostly jumping on the trampoline doing cardio. Yesterday was only my second class, so I tend to go a bit slower than most in the class. I’m sorry but I’m still a bit scared of falling off the trampoline while doing various cardio exercises that are normally done on solid ground. Lastly was the interval sculpting class. I wasn’t planning on staying for the class but the urban rebounding instructor wanted people to stay because the gym was busting his chops over the attendance. I, being the nice and caring person that I am, gladly stayed on. By the end of all the classes, I had done a total of two hours and forty minutes of cardio nonstop- well…I did have the one minute water breaks between classes. But before the first class started, I had to kill off 20 minutes, so what did I do? Well I just did some strength training on my own. It was definitely an experience and I feel like I burned off all the calories I consumed that day. I feel great. Well not so much now that I’m in recovery mode. What I really, really, really would love to see is results. Sometimes I think my stomach is getting flatter and then later on I see it protruding full on. I love the way I look naked, not many complaints about it. It’s when I put clothes on that I feel sort of horrible; especially when the jeans and t-shirts I wear make me look extra big. Yeah I know I should just buy new clothes but I’ve worn the same clothes for years and had them fit just like they did the first time I bought them. I don’t know what’s happening now. For now, I am Heidi Klum!

Remember Chris? The guy I had the incident with in London? In any case, I did have moments of hysteria after that. I didn’t know what to do or if I should even think about giving him my number. Clearly this is someone who doesn’t appreciate me and I should know better by now. He’s a fun guy to hang out with but definitely not someone I want to eat brunch with. I need more than a guy to have drinks with. I want a guy to eat cheese with. So I decided that the best action to do here is no action at all. I’m worth a whole lot more than just a cheap apology that is a year overdue. I’m not his bitch or anyone else’s for that matter. I’m effing a diva who is just about to break out of her shell. I’m no longer going to settle for scrappy seconds and keep reliving my past with my exes. It’s time to move forward. If President Obama could make it to the White House, then I most certainly can have what I desire and deserve.