The cafeteria here at my new place of employment? IS AWESOME. Boars Head deli meat, Finagle a Bagel, a full salad bar, a full FRUIT bar, a full ICE CREAM bar, a daily Weight Watchers special, a daily pasta special, a daily pizza special...can you HEAR me getting fat(ter)?
So I gave myself 2 weeks. 2 weeks to enjoy the bounty of the cafeteria. (Did I mention the prices are cheap? About $5 for a meal.)
And then this week, the beginning of Week 3, I was determined to get back on the workout wagon. So I brought my sneakers (and my diet lunch) to work. There is a back staircase that goes up 7 flights and hardly ever gets used. I had the great idea that I would WALK THE STAIRS for 30 minutes during my lunch. And I could continue to do this all winter long! Brilliant, right????
Oh. My. God.
Needless to say, I only lasted 20 minutes, not 30. I was huffing and puffing and sweating like a Biggest Loser contestant after a Last Chance Workout with Jillian.
But I felt proud. Accomplished. I had figured out a way to (1) get exercise while (2) avoiding the cafeteria. Yay me.
Then came Tuesday morning. I tried to get out of bed. OUCH! You guys, my legs hurt all the way from my hips to my ankles. So Tuesday, during lunchtime, I walked for 30 minutes, hoping to stretch out those muscles.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was EVEN WORSE! But more my lower legs than my thighs. Again, I walked for 30 minutes at lunch.
This morning, I figured I would try a new tactic to try to ease the soreness, so I got on the bike for 30 minutes before work, thinking maybe THAT would bring me some relief.
So here I am at work, the New Girl, walking around like I have a corncob up my butt because my calf muscles feel like knotted rope. Way to make an impression, huh?
From now on? I'm taking the goddamn elevator.