Le Honeymoon will consist of 3 months spent trekking in Tibet, the Himalayas in Nepal, and India, followed by 2 months of supreme vacation at the parent's homestead in good old Tennessee along with some traveling through Georgia and Florida to see wifeys, sister-friends, and grandparents. So, needless to say, the first three months of my dream getaway with my Korean require me to be less ChubbO on the outside (but still the same "did somebody say pizza rolls" ChubbO on the inside).
Stairs. Oh lovely ladies (and gents) who are whining about the weather, the time restraint, all the perfect size zero and perfectly naked Korean girls in the changing room at the local gym: stairs is the answer. Buy yourself a set of ankle weights (I got mine cheap from a wholesaler for about $10.00 and they're a kilo each) and head to the nearest stairwell. My apartment has 14 floors and I live on the 9th, so that's where I start. Because Koreans are always in a hurry and the elevators are much quicker than taking the stairs, I am always alone. I strap on my ankle weights and head down the stairs to the first floor, not allowing myself to use the handrails to work on my balance. Then I go back up to floor 9. Repeat, going only to floor 2. Back up to floor 9. Down to 3. Up to 9. Down to 4. Up to 9 until you're walking down one floor and back up. That takes me close to 15 minutes because I do walk, not jog the stairs, and allow myself usually 30 seconds to a minute's rest every time I reach the 9th floor.
You should be sweating proficiently by now, unless you live in some dream apartment building where they air condition the stairwells. Otherwise, you should be tired. So I remove the ankle weights and go back down to the first floor. This time, definitely clinging to the handrail because my feet want to go much faster than my brain because of the sudden weightlessness. Then, I try to jog all the way back to my floor.
There are 14 floors, so I guess there's always room for improvement. But for now, that's my no-excuses stair workout. I can do it when it's raining, when it's really hot outside, when I only have half an hour, or when I want to be incredibly antisocial and do something besides the Han riverside trail where I will be stared at the entire time.
Oh, and make sure you STRETCH afterwards!
Let me know if you try the ChubbO stairs workout. Or if you have any failproof ways to stick it to the wedding dress! (Yeah, kind of like sticking it to the man. You would think I love my wedding dress, but in reality I despise it. Until I look freaking hot in it, of course. And then I will love it. But for now, we're sticking it to the Dress, okay?).
Resisting the Waffle,