workout video

So some of the KOs have been getting together once a week or so on average to work out a little. We've been doing a variety of things, all beneficial, none particularly unusual. Last night one girl said "let's all do this Insanity workout video! It's crazy awesome!" So a handful of us showed up and squeezed into a room with a TV.
The video consisted of jumping up and down, in different ways, to exercise different muscle groups. For the two girls of, mm, smaller build who were present, it was a great workout. But for the two of us who were larger-- and I don't mean fat, necessarily; the other woman isn't fat in the slightest, but is of a stocky, muscular build-- it was excruciating and each of us separately had to stop doing one or two of the exercises. She has shoulder problems, to be fair. I tweaked my knee during one wide-stance-jump-up-land-jump-again kind of exercise. I had to stop that one.

I can see how it's a great workout. I can also see how it's not really well-suited to someone of my body type. The girl in the video was wearing a midriff-showing shirt, but was rather busty. During the first warmup exercise-- jumping jacks-- I shouted "THOSE AREN'T REAL!" No C-cup woman should be able to do jumping jacks and have no breast motion at all whilst wearing a bra that lifts and separates. It was completely, astonishingly distracting. I couldn't stop watching. Was she just wearing a bra with Styrofoam inserts? It really looked like it, especially the weird lack of sweat...

But anyway. I am sore, which means I did get a workout, but I also am icing my knee. There also was one where you were supposed to bring your knees in to your chest while you did some thing and... I'm sorry, my tits are in the way. I'm supposed to put my knees where? Erm, I think not. I can't put them there, that's where my body is. Yes, I can squish, but not at that velocity.

I think maybe I wasn't cut out to be a jumping bean. I'm not the sort of person who lets my fat say no to me-- that's bullshit. I can wear spandex or horizontal stripes if I want, fuck you if you can't handle my fat titties. I can play a sport, I can be an athlete, I can be sexy, i can do whatever I want.

But I just think this particular workout isn't a real great idea at my size. That's all. My knees respectfully request that I keep it to moderate impact.

... In other news I'm trying to narrow down what to do with my one day off before Christmas. I'm thinking I've got no choice but to finish up cookie-making-- I have three or four or five kinds left to make, but none of the really elaborate ones. Well, maybe one.
I have to frost the cutouts too.
And I have a ton of sewing to do. Gram's sewing machine is holding up so far.
Oh, Fiona got her tire yesterday and had it immediately put on her car. So, I successfully mailed a tire across the continental US.
It is a snowy and lovely day to stay home and not go anywhere... I'm psyched, at least, not to have to drive in this. I kind of wish it was snowing a little harder, even. But that's because I'm a self-centered jerk. :)

whew

I finally had a really good productive day. Four kinds of cookies, today: 1) last of the piparkukas, rolled out and baked; 2) candy cane cookies, mixed, chilled, made, and baked; 3) Great-Aunt Rae's tea cookies, done, and 4) rum balls, though I still need to make them into ball form and get them into something for storage.
That gets me up to six kinds of cookies, though the first one, molasses drop cookies, isn't really a Christmas thing-- I just wanted to try the recipe. They taste like gingerbread, though, so it's kind of appropriate.
Took a break and ran to the local indie Mac store for a video adapter for Z, and also just for an outing's sake. We don't get to hang out much, so, it was nice.
Then home; baked all the cookies, and made cornbread. Well, mixed it up. Z was sweet enough to put it into muffin papers in a muffin tin, and put it into the oven for me, while I sat a moment and had a cup of tea and sampled one of my cookies. (I got up in the middle to get the last of the cookies out of the oven.)
Then I made butternut squash soup (the squashes, homegrown, had been roasting with the first few batches of cookies in the oven). I even pureed it. B'dow. (I don't know why, but that's the "emphatic" noise Z makes lately. Buh-dow! I don't know how to spell it. "Just the way it sounds," he says.) It was awesome. We ate it on the coffee table, since the kitchen table is covered in still-cooling cookies.

I did not frost the cutout sugar cookies, however. I don't know when I will. Certainly not tomorrow, if I go to the roller derby Christmas party tomorrow night. Eh.

Also, in the midst of all this, I finally got my period. It was a week late. Now that I'm tracking it I know that for sure. It's never late. So I was, I admit, secretly worried, though really, after 7+ years, Z and I are pretty good at not making babies. It was sort of concerning me. Especially since my coach, in light of yet another leaguemate's impending motherhood, told us that if any of us got knocked up she would personally eat our babies. No offense to babies, but we're busy.
I don't know, would having Super eat a baby be better, morally, or worse than an abortion? Or is it the same thing, in effect? I mean, it's less wasteful, since she's deriving nutrition from it...
Not really something I'm seriously interested in debating. I'm just relieved, because if I'm going to make a stupid mistake I'd at least like to notice it at the time, and possibly have fun doing so. It would be super super super lame to have it just mysteriously happen. Urgh.

Anyway. Busy day. Exhausted. Time to go change out of my floured, doughy clothes into some gross sweat-stained things, full of holes, that I can skate in. My wardrobe? Tired? You don't say. That's OK. I have skating to do, then I can sleep.

Oh! My sewing machine is back, fixed! I got a call this afternoon. Hurrah. I will retrieve it tomorrow. I need a second person, though, now that I have two machines, to help me sew. I've no idea when I will finish my "christmas" presents...