"sticking it to the spin class"

so i did it. told myself i wouldn't. even told my dad i wouldn't. but i did. a new year's resolution. and wouldn't ya know...it came back to bite me in my little-white-lying-tush.

i was going to lose ten pounds. but now, i'm not. you see, i decided to join a spin class at the gym. yeah, that's right, a spin class. you know the one where the instructor hollers motivational orders at you and you sweat profusely and act like your going to die if you have to stand and pedal that bike one more time... knowing the whole time that you set the gear on the easiest level of resistance before you ever started (little secret we keep to ourselves). yeah, that class.

well, i got all geared up, drove over to the gym (which is less than two miles from my house, cause you know i wouldn't be going if it were any further away) show up and have to wait ten whole minutes before i get in (cause family members aren't allowed in until six, it's jared's gym. and i'm just a spouse. no bitterness.) once i get in...i wait and wait and wait.

ten minutes past six (my class was supposed to start at six) and one very unhelpful front desk clerk later, and no break in the class periods for others to get on the bikes ...i march my irritated rear right smack in the middle of that class (all tight yoga pants and what not) throw my hands up and say "what's going on here?" (just kidding. i just walked over to the kids on the bikes in the corner who were laughing at us ladies who were patiently waiting, and said that). turns out...the kids in the 5:30 class all collectively decided they were going to stay on the bikes clear through both class periods and just smile and wave at the six o' clockers.

oh, my blood was boiling. for one, i had already lied about making or not making a new years resolution ..and here karma was biting me in the butt (not that i believe in karma or anything, but co-wink-y-dink anyone?) so, i marched my little rear home and fussed up a storm to jared about it. and jared (being the awesome husband that he is) calls the HR lady or whatever, and she emails so and so, and so and so says "oh, we're so sorry...first come, first serve"...HA (apparenly, just because it says there is a six o' clock class on the schedule, does not mean there's one?)

so ya know what i did? i SCREAMED. just kidding, i made chocolate chip cookies from scratch and ate at least a dozen. i also made yet another new years resolution...(i know, next item on the list, repent) i resolved to never look in the mirror again.

just kidding.

i resolved to stop beating myself up about it and just enjoy life. i'm only as healthy as i allow myself to be, and i'm only as happy as i allow myself to be. spin class or not.

and guess what?...i'm happy. and here's why:

twinkies

and of course...ruthie.

ten pounds, schmend pounds...i've got it all.

PS...just so you know, the ten pounds is not so much my concern...it's being heathier all the way around...i'm truly NOT beating myself up about it, just "sticking it to the spin class" so to speak... ;)