Czar and Veb: I had no idea where to put this: it’s a rant, but it’s not really Pit-worthy and there’s that new rule about “joke threads in the Pit” and I don’t know if this counts as a joke…plus: I’m asking for advice, but it’s kinda mundane and pointless. Anyway, sorry in advance for the extra work if it’s in the wrong place.
So I’m working on losing weight using Weight-Watchers and I’m having some decent success (down 20 lbs, 40 to go!). However, I was kinda at a plateau and, after much soul-searching, I concluded (what any non-moron < cough > ) would have concluded without the soul-searching:
“Fenris, you moron, the “eating right” stuff is all well-and-good, but you aren’t gonna get any further without exercise.”
“But Feeeennnnris!” my inner sniveller whined “I don’ liiiiike exercise. It’s booooring”
“This is boring. I wanna download porn.” said my inner-pervert (aprops of nothing*)
“Shaddup yer yaps, both o’ youse or you’ll get a knuckle sandwich!” said my inner (short-lived) drill-sargent.
“Hey Sarge: If you go away, I’ll download some MPG files of oil-covered nekkid chicks firing fully-automatic weapons” replied inner-pervert
“I’ll shut uuuup but I don’t waaaana exercise! You caaaaan’t maaake me. I’ll get all sweaty and it’ll huuuuurt. An’ it’s boooooring” my inner sniveller said.
“That does it. I’m outta here. Youse all can get a heart-attack and die. I don’t give a damn.” said my inner (limited patience) drill-seargent
“Good. I’m glad that’s settled. Now let us celebrate with the downloading of pornography involving busty red-heads.” my inner-pervert chortled.
“But…what if we get caaaaauaght by the FBIIIIIii and we’re sent to jaaaail!?” started my inner-sniveller when it was interrupted by my brain.
“All of you just SHUT UP! NOW! If you don’t, I’ll turn on C-Span and we’ll all have to watch the Congress debate the appropriateness beewax subisidies for beeswax poor states or something. Now then. We’re exercising and that’s that.”
“We’ll be good!” they all chorused in unison.
And with that, I’ve been exercising for the last two weeks. Weight Watchers gives you a DVD with a 20 minute “low-impact”/high aerobic workout (Plus I got “FitTv” and there’s a whole bunch of other workouts there that I’ve tried several of). Seemed easy enough I thought “Jumping jacks and sit-ups for 20 minutes, right? Not much, maybe, but it’s a start. And how hard can it be? Plus, it’s in private, so I don’t have to waste time driving to and from a gym AND I don’t have to embarass myself. And it can’t be all THAT complicated, right?”
Well, it’s kinda fun, but…Um.
First: The < cough > scenery is nice and all: my inner-pervert is all thrilled to watch big-boobed hardbodied chicks with the grace of a wood-nymph bouncing around like a hyperactive squirrel on crack running through traffic but…um…it’s not really giving me incentive. I mean: there’s no viewer identification here. I’ve never been a big-boobed hardbody with the grace of a wood-nymph. How 'bout, amidst the boobage, showing me how it looks with one fat 40 year old short hairy guy who hasn’t exercised in 10 years does it? It wouldn’t be as asthetically pleasing, but it would certainly be more educational.
Second: If you’re not gonna speak English, gimme a translation. “Plee-aay”? (You know, the ballet term. The one that I thought was when the ballet-chick got on her tippy-toes and put her hands over her head (which it isn’t: It’s more of a squatty knee-bend thing.)) “Mambo?” Didn’t they do that on “I Love Lucy” in the Babaloo club? Who th’ hell knows how to mambo? “V-Step?” “Grapevine”? What is this? Code?
Third: SLOW THE HELL DOWN! Not the tempo. I understand that fast=good. But doing an exercise for more than say three repetitions isn’t a signal to Satan that you’re willing to negotiate. Do th’ damn thing 20 times or so. THEN switch to another step.
"Step-Kick! Good now Knee-bends-2-3-4 great! Mambo! Two three four! Now grapevine-2-3-4! Fourjacks-2-3-4 PutemtogethergoodStepkick-grapvine-kneekicksanklebendsdeepbendsmambomambomambograpvine…etc. What is this: short-attention span theater?
And on the same note, lemme learn the goddamned step before doing all the other crap. Good fuck: it’s like trying to find to a square-dance record that was recorded at 33 played at 78. Or like Alvin and the Chipmunks before the ritilin kicks in! If I were Baryshnikov, I wouldn’t need yer video, thanks.
Fourth: The encouragement: for me, having someone on the tube saying “That’s it! You’re doing great!” isn’t all that much of an ego boost…especially since on that last “grapevine” I fell on my ass (how many calories does falling on your ass burn, anyway?) Take those precious seconds and explain your terms.
Fifth: I don’t have hips. I don’t really want “shapely curvey hips”. Gimme something else I can do that doesn’t include me getting “shapely curves to my hips”. (I just jog in place)
Look, part of this rant is exaggerated for comic effect, and I’ll (grudgingly) admit that I’m having fun trying to keep up (with little success) and it’s helping (I’m losing weight faster). BUT that said, every exercise thing I’ve watched, even the Weight Watchers DVD (which is geared at raw beginners) is assuming I know what the hell they’re talking about and that I’m as nimble as a wood-nymph (ain’t nuthin’ sylph-like about this guy. There’s something screwed up about even the beginner videos being this complicated.
There’s a clear market out here for someone who knows what they’re doing to target the raw newbies and teach them.
Anyway, two questions:
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Any advice on exercise videos for beginners? (I’m not gonna try this at a gym). “Low Impact” (my knees ain’t all that good) and none of this “yoga”/Pilates stuff please–Yoga doesn’t feel like exercise to me (I wanna get my heart-rate up anyway)
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I hate the “cool-down” stuff. I can cool down just fine by plopping into a chair and downloading porn, thanks. It seems like a huge waste of time. Will I drop dead if I skip the “cool-down” stuff?
Fenris
*Downloading porn from the internet is almost always appropriate, but perhaps just then wasn’t the best moment.