Slacker week

Yes, yes, we weren't really at our best this last weekend but that's totally explainable. C's had her exams, she's an arts student and needed to make these impossibly messy and smelly moulages, her studio was impossible to use, my place is no good for cardio because of the owner's mysterious ambition to build king sized bunk beds that take up most of the space in our bedroom...excuses, excuses. Bottom line is, just some half-ass mat session on Monday (which I may have already blogged about) and another mat session on Saturday night, followed by well-deserved beers, Pringles and smokes. We did notice, though, that even if we started out super-tired and quite depressed (me, after a long day of just basically watching the Man type stuff, and C running around town shopping for Ox heart or whatever), by the end of the Saturday workout we were as cheerful as two chirping birds. We had managed to pull off the entire weight routine without breaking a sweat I'd like to say, or a swear, but can say neither of these things for they are not true.
Yesterday and today we did nothing, because I must say I sort of used C's exams as a lame excuse for myself. We do plan to get back to work on Wednesday, though, when C's exams are done and when I shall have no more excuses, either. Then, in the evening, we'll head out to get our prize, which will be a much-awaited Arctic Monkeys concert. Yaay.
Oh, and last week we also took pictures and measurements of the actual state of our butts, thighs, stomachs and arms so we have some means of seeing our improvement or lack there of. I must say the Man was only too pleased to do us this favor. I don't know if we'll be posting them here for the time being, but if we're seeing enough differences, we will do so soon.
Well, that's about it. I'm going now to try and do at least my leg routine for the night. I've just seen Julie and Julia AND eaten two servings of the Man's lasagna, which is enough to make me feel guilty. And probably should.

First serious cardio session

After a looong time learning Tracy's first choreography, we eventually got down to business in the small crammed studio that C lives in. We somehow managed to push the furniture to the sides and do the routine both at the same time without hitting each other. To our surprise, we really managed to do 40 min of the routine without stopping and without too many mistakes. We are very slow studies though, neither of us had ever learned a sequence of steps before and I suppose we looked quite awkward. It will probably take us another week to be able to learn the second choreography, do that for another 40 min and then, a third session to be able to do the first one and the second one in succession. Baby steps, baby steps. We will probably be 90 before we manage to do 8 songs with 8 different choreographies.
Yesterday we did her mat method from beginning to end, lifting the weights and all. We are eager to get to the point where we won't have to listen to her any longer and that "I want your looove, sweeeet looove" song, be able to get through all the movements correctly and listen to our own playlist. The weirdest thing about this whole project is that we are really enjoying every minute of it. We are feeling the high. Now C is cooking healthy Chinese to reward us for being the magnificent creatures that we are.

Tracy Anderson and Gwyneth Paltrow

Intro

Ok. We are two slightly above average intellectual girls with lives of their own and many interests, but highly aware of the certainty of our becoming flabby, mushy, disgusting, undesirable creatures somewhere in the near future unless we take some attitude.
This is why we have decided to submit ourselves to what we like to call the pact with the devil or the weekly torture of Tracy Anderson. She is a celebrity trainer with very poor taste in music but a flat stomach and cellulite-free thighs. She is not our friend. We have acquired her three DVDs on "Mat method", "Cardio" and "Post-pregnancy workout" (just in case, cause we're dellusional) and we spend our weekends swearing at her making us sweat.
We have also decided to start a blog, just another measure to keep us working out and ashamed of any potential failure. We will (if we don't get too bored) attempt to document our "transformation" thanks to her crazy routines. Just to be clear, we will NOT be doing 2 hours of training 5 to 6 days a week as she recommends. We don't have the time and don't need such desperate measures since we are not interested in slimming down, but rather getting toned and firm. We will more likely do 2 full-time sessions a week and some 15 min every night individually.
Brief presentation: C: is 24 years old, 5, 15 ft tall (1, 57m), and weighs 101, 4 pounds (46kg). She has undergone surgery after a car accident and had never really worked out before, and much less after that. Having lost her spleen after said surgery, physical effort is much harder for her than for your average bear. Also, she has back problems (due to said surgery) and needs reminding to sit and stand up straight (which S is happy to do, provided C is in a good mood).
S is 26 years old, 5, 54 ft tall (1, 69m) and weighs 105, 8 pounds (48 kg). Despite what some of you might believe, S does not have eating problems nor any other issues for that matter, just very light bones and has never really looked impossibly skinny nor does she wish to. She has done some RG and Kung Fu back in the day (the days when Bush senior was president, to be more precise) but is quite lazy nonetheless.
We both have the capacity of eating like pigs and we often do so. We love us some oil and pasta and we don't want to have to renounce these simple and pure pleasures on account of impending cellulite. This is why we have turned to Tracy. We want to look like dancers in the New York City Ballet and she promises to do that if we stick to her program. We'll see about that.