still sore from yesterday, i went for my punishment this morning:
mike achieved truly evil status by deciding to do timed trials, but timed for the entire workout, not just each individual exercise. This meant that resting in between was nil. >:( you can't see me, but i am folding my arms in a huff.
warm up: 100 j's
sprints: 10 sets (jog down, sprint back = 1 set). see previous post about being retarded.
100 squat thrusts with two 15-lb dumbbells (there is no effing way i could've done 100 squat thrusts without resting. physically impossible!)
50 burpees, w/ jumping
100 push ups (girly-style, of course)
100 bent over rows with two 15-lb dumbbells
10 sprints. could only manage to speed walk down this time
100 squats, bodyweight only
i finished the above somewhere around 48? 46 mins?
next he had us doing ab work (just for fun):
planks for 30 seconds, 5 times
double leg lifts, 50 reps
single leg lifts, 50 reps each leg
50 j's
i am pretty much a walking vessel of lactic acid buildup.
the good news is, i had all my grumpiness/bitchiness from earlier in the week beaten out of me! I am actually cheerful today. hahaha
I signed up to do the Nike human race (any takers?), and am gonna start training for reals tomorrow morning at 8 so that i am not the absolute worst time.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Ow.
Just when i thought the stairs of death couldn't get any worse, mike upped the ante.
Workout this morning:
sprints, 5 lengths of the parking lot. Jog down, sprint at full speed back. I know "retarded" isn't PC, but there is no other word for it. I think I am a slightly retarded runner. Or maybe very retarded. I'd rather not see myself, but I FEEL retarded when i am doing it.
5 sets of:
cable seated rows, 8 reps at high weight? (i know "high" is a relative term, but i can't remember what the weight was)
25 j's
2 sets of:
cable rows with the attachment in lowest position, pulling handlebars into stomach, 20 reps each.
2 sets of:
cable rows with attachment up high? 20 reps. wow. my memory stinks.
2 sets of:
lat pull-downs, but inside grip, so I guess it's a chin-up-like movement; less lats, more shoulder/chest? hahaha, i really should stop trying to name these exercises.
10 burpee-pushups between sets
sqauts in the cage (rawr):
starting with just the bar, 15 reps
then 95 lbs, 10 reps
then xxx lbs, 8 reps
then 135 lbs, 6 reps
20 speed skaters in between squat sets.
then outside with 12 lb medicine ball, walking lunges for the length of the parking lot. There and back is one set. Ball held on the side of the front leg for added abs work for first set, then ball held directly overhead for second set.
10 burpees on the ball between lengths for first set, then 20 jump squats between sets.
My legs were already jello-ish by this time. Here comes the real ow:
inside for stairs of death... wait for it... INTERVALS!
one of the machines goes as high as level 14. Mike has had me on level 12 this whole time, and I thought that was as high as it went... dammit.
level 14 for one minute, then down to 7 for a minute, twice. Maybe Mike was gonna push me for more, but, i pussed out.
I couldn't last more than 30 seconds at level 14, and Mike kept telling me to let go of the handrails (i couldn't last longer than 10 seconds not holding onto the handrails). If you ever want to feel like a heavy, lazy, worthless sack of sh*t, try this.
I finished with 2 mins on level 7, and pretty much wanted to die.
I am having a hard time walking normally now, especially if i sit for too long. :)
Workout this morning:
sprints, 5 lengths of the parking lot. Jog down, sprint at full speed back. I know "retarded" isn't PC, but there is no other word for it. I think I am a slightly retarded runner. Or maybe very retarded. I'd rather not see myself, but I FEEL retarded when i am doing it.
5 sets of:
cable seated rows, 8 reps at high weight? (i know "high" is a relative term, but i can't remember what the weight was)
25 j's
2 sets of:
cable rows with the attachment in lowest position, pulling handlebars into stomach, 20 reps each.
2 sets of:
cable rows with attachment up high? 20 reps. wow. my memory stinks.
2 sets of:
lat pull-downs, but inside grip, so I guess it's a chin-up-like movement; less lats, more shoulder/chest? hahaha, i really should stop trying to name these exercises.
10 burpee-pushups between sets
sqauts in the cage (rawr):
starting with just the bar, 15 reps
then 95 lbs, 10 reps
then xxx lbs, 8 reps
then 135 lbs, 6 reps
20 speed skaters in between squat sets.
then outside with 12 lb medicine ball, walking lunges for the length of the parking lot. There and back is one set. Ball held on the side of the front leg for added abs work for first set, then ball held directly overhead for second set.
10 burpees on the ball between lengths for first set, then 20 jump squats between sets.
My legs were already jello-ish by this time. Here comes the real ow:
inside for stairs of death... wait for it... INTERVALS!
one of the machines goes as high as level 14. Mike has had me on level 12 this whole time, and I thought that was as high as it went... dammit.
level 14 for one minute, then down to 7 for a minute, twice. Maybe Mike was gonna push me for more, but, i pussed out.
I couldn't last more than 30 seconds at level 14, and Mike kept telling me to let go of the handrails (i couldn't last longer than 10 seconds not holding onto the handrails). If you ever want to feel like a heavy, lazy, worthless sack of sh*t, try this.
I finished with 2 mins on level 7, and pretty much wanted to die.
I am having a hard time walking normally now, especially if i sit for too long. :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
tired
I am so tired. All around tired -- physically, mentally, spiritually; just worn out.
I was looking back on my old blogs last week, and I realized I bitch a lot. :P I've decided to try not to bitch so much about my life, because nobody likes a negative nancy. I'm allowing myself this blog to get my bitching done, and then no more. So here goes:
Just a little bit of stability would be a nice change of pace from the chaos that I feel has ruled my life since May: moved to a new house, remodelled said house, got a new puppy who is STILL not potty trained (and has been getting into trouble every five minutes... can't get a moment's peace!), grandpa hospitalized twice, and then passed away last week. I held it together pretty well earlier in the week, but completely lost it at the viewing and funeral. I HATE crying in front of people, but I couldn't help it. It was not pretty.
Mike has switched me to a no-carb/atkins diet during the week, and carbs-but-low-fat on the weekends. Last week, with family in town, post-funeral banquet, viewing, etc, clean eating was pretty much a bust. :( I've run out of excuses except that I am weak. Again, I ate my feelings.
I'm hoping to clean it up this week, and catch up to where I was the week before. It's frustrating to look back and see that I made progress the week before, only to undo it all last week. I am so bad at not letting my life interfere!
My one consolation is that I am still making it to workouts. I am glad I'm still working with Mike, because I would definitely NOT be hitting the gym and attempting clean eating right now if I weren't. This morning was especially tough to get out of bed. I really really really wanted to just turn over, burrow deeper in the blankets and sleep more.
I'm pretty sure if I were left to my own devices, I would be sleeping in and carb-festing. I really just want to crawl into a hole somewhere and disappear for a while.
Ok, that's enough wallowing in self-pity.
In other news, I am making progress in lifting! Mike started me on squats with the bar in the squat cage, and deadlifts with the bar. *fist pump (hehe, I'm so lame). He said my form has improved a lot in the past month, which is also awesome. The only thing holding me back is my grip. :( I have calluses (sp?) but not good enough to last me through the set. I was thinking of giving in and wearing the gloves daph bought me until I told my bro, and he said "gloves are for pussies."
ok then.
I guess I'll see how long I last before finally admitting that i am a pussy. hahahaha
I was looking back on my old blogs last week, and I realized I bitch a lot. :P I've decided to try not to bitch so much about my life, because nobody likes a negative nancy. I'm allowing myself this blog to get my bitching done, and then no more. So here goes:
Just a little bit of stability would be a nice change of pace from the chaos that I feel has ruled my life since May: moved to a new house, remodelled said house, got a new puppy who is STILL not potty trained (and has been getting into trouble every five minutes... can't get a moment's peace!), grandpa hospitalized twice, and then passed away last week. I held it together pretty well earlier in the week, but completely lost it at the viewing and funeral. I HATE crying in front of people, but I couldn't help it. It was not pretty.
Mike has switched me to a no-carb/atkins diet during the week, and carbs-but-low-fat on the weekends. Last week, with family in town, post-funeral banquet, viewing, etc, clean eating was pretty much a bust. :( I've run out of excuses except that I am weak. Again, I ate my feelings.
I'm hoping to clean it up this week, and catch up to where I was the week before. It's frustrating to look back and see that I made progress the week before, only to undo it all last week. I am so bad at not letting my life interfere!
My one consolation is that I am still making it to workouts. I am glad I'm still working with Mike, because I would definitely NOT be hitting the gym and attempting clean eating right now if I weren't. This morning was especially tough to get out of bed. I really really really wanted to just turn over, burrow deeper in the blankets and sleep more.
I'm pretty sure if I were left to my own devices, I would be sleeping in and carb-festing. I really just want to crawl into a hole somewhere and disappear for a while.
Ok, that's enough wallowing in self-pity.
In other news, I am making progress in lifting! Mike started me on squats with the bar in the squat cage, and deadlifts with the bar. *fist pump (hehe, I'm so lame). He said my form has improved a lot in the past month, which is also awesome. The only thing holding me back is my grip. :( I have calluses (sp?) but not good enough to last me through the set. I was thinking of giving in and wearing the gloves daph bought me until I told my bro, and he said "gloves are for pussies."
ok then.
I guess I'll see how long I last before finally admitting that i am a pussy. hahahaha
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
measurements
measurements today:
I think I lost about 5 lbs (as predicted) from previous weigh-in. It is what it is. That's just about all I have to say about that.
But, I also lost another 3% in body fat!
down half an inch in neck
down two inches in chest
down one inch in hips
down one and a half inches in waist
don't remember how much i lost in legs and arms, but they are all down from previous measurements as well. Unfortunately, my legs are no longer balanced. Somehow, my left leg is leaner than my right leg. Ah well, hopefully things will even out again by next time. I won't hope for equality between my arms, because there just isn't any way. I use my right arm/shoulder way more (doing BIO in particular), and it shows. I'd try to switch hit, but I think patient care might suffer, and i'm not that vain.
according to the caliper measurements, I've lost a lot of back fat. I'm hoping that's where the 2 inches around the chest came from, cuz if I continue to lose boob, I won't have any left to speak of. :P
The whole concept of back fat really grosses me out. Back fat and jiggly arms have plagued me since... well, since I can remember, honestly. I am glad I am finally losing it.
If I can continue to lose body fat at the ever so slow rate of 3% every 2 months, that's cool. I'm hoping to be down to "normal" BMI by next weigh-in, but if it turns out that I only get leaner without losing weight, I'm cool with being overweight. It means I will be one dense little woman. Don't mess with me, biotches!
I think I lost about 5 lbs (as predicted) from previous weigh-in. It is what it is. That's just about all I have to say about that.
But, I also lost another 3% in body fat!
down half an inch in neck
down two inches in chest
down one inch in hips
down one and a half inches in waist
don't remember how much i lost in legs and arms, but they are all down from previous measurements as well. Unfortunately, my legs are no longer balanced. Somehow, my left leg is leaner than my right leg. Ah well, hopefully things will even out again by next time. I won't hope for equality between my arms, because there just isn't any way. I use my right arm/shoulder way more (doing BIO in particular), and it shows. I'd try to switch hit, but I think patient care might suffer, and i'm not that vain.
according to the caliper measurements, I've lost a lot of back fat. I'm hoping that's where the 2 inches around the chest came from, cuz if I continue to lose boob, I won't have any left to speak of. :P
The whole concept of back fat really grosses me out. Back fat and jiggly arms have plagued me since... well, since I can remember, honestly. I am glad I am finally losing it.
If I can continue to lose body fat at the ever so slow rate of 3% every 2 months, that's cool. I'm hoping to be down to "normal" BMI by next weigh-in, but if it turns out that I only get leaner without losing weight, I'm cool with being overweight. It means I will be one dense little woman. Don't mess with me, biotches!
Friday, September 11, 2009
skinny bitch showing through
This ends the first week of 3 workouts a week with Mike.
Thank God there were no stairs of death today, because I think they may have actually delivered me to an early death. I kid, but I was REALLY tired by the end of the workout.
Today was more total body stuff:
3 laps around the parking lot
50 j's
walking lunges: two lengths of the parking lot = 1 set. 2 sets (fack, that hurt)
50 jump squats
wood choppers with quick change in between to alternate sides each rep: as many as possible in 20 seconds, then 10 second rest for 5 mins (holy shit bricks, this was hard!)
straight-arm cable pull-downs (works shoulders and upper back) 35 reps
push ups on the bench, 30 reps = 1 set. First set with hands close, second set with hands wide. Again, my upper body/arms are still not strong enough to do an awesome push up with the correct form. sigh.
25 j's
leg lifts with two 12-lb dumbells overhead, 50 reps
supine punches with 15 lb dumbbells in each hand (basically a one-armed chest press), as many as possible in 20 seconds, then as many tricep extensions as possible in 20 seconds. 3 sets of this, with flies and bilateral tricep extensions in the middle set.
2 laps
bicep curls with a towel: i held the middle of the towel, and mike held the two ends to provide resistance. Two arms at a time, then one arm at a time, then back to both arms, for 20 reps each set. I am still such a panty-waste at bicep curls, it's ridiculous.
2 laps around the parking lot with two 15-lb dumbbells in a farmer carry. Hopefully I was supposed to walk this, because running would've been physically impossible.
bicep curls with 12-lb dumbbells, 35 reps.
3 laps around the parking lot, with 30 j's in between each lap.
I'm noticing more definition in my arms, but they are still pretty flabby (esp. back of the arms). My waist is definitely more well-defined, and I got a compliment on my legs last week when I wore a dress (yes, ladies and gents, Ed, the eternal tomboy, wore a dress. It must be cold in hell). Hello, skinny bitch.
I hesitate to call her the skinny bitch, because I don't really want to be skinny. Skinny implies no muscle tone/softness/weakness. But just calling myself a bitch doesn't really convey the message either (as much as the title "bitch" alone might suit me -- no comments, please, haha). :P When I look in the mirror now, I can see the skinny bitch showing through at times. Welcome, new friend. Come out and play. Please stay a while. I promise to not let the fat girl eat you away.
Thank God there were no stairs of death today, because I think they may have actually delivered me to an early death. I kid, but I was REALLY tired by the end of the workout.
Today was more total body stuff:
3 laps around the parking lot
50 j's
walking lunges: two lengths of the parking lot = 1 set. 2 sets (fack, that hurt)
50 jump squats
wood choppers with quick change in between to alternate sides each rep: as many as possible in 20 seconds, then 10 second rest for 5 mins (holy shit bricks, this was hard!)
straight-arm cable pull-downs (works shoulders and upper back) 35 reps
push ups on the bench, 30 reps = 1 set. First set with hands close, second set with hands wide. Again, my upper body/arms are still not strong enough to do an awesome push up with the correct form. sigh.
25 j's
leg lifts with two 12-lb dumbells overhead, 50 reps
supine punches with 15 lb dumbbells in each hand (basically a one-armed chest press), as many as possible in 20 seconds, then as many tricep extensions as possible in 20 seconds. 3 sets of this, with flies and bilateral tricep extensions in the middle set.
2 laps
bicep curls with a towel: i held the middle of the towel, and mike held the two ends to provide resistance. Two arms at a time, then one arm at a time, then back to both arms, for 20 reps each set. I am still such a panty-waste at bicep curls, it's ridiculous.
2 laps around the parking lot with two 15-lb dumbbells in a farmer carry. Hopefully I was supposed to walk this, because running would've been physically impossible.
bicep curls with 12-lb dumbbells, 35 reps.
3 laps around the parking lot, with 30 j's in between each lap.
I'm noticing more definition in my arms, but they are still pretty flabby (esp. back of the arms). My waist is definitely more well-defined, and I got a compliment on my legs last week when I wore a dress (yes, ladies and gents, Ed, the eternal tomboy, wore a dress. It must be cold in hell). Hello, skinny bitch.
I hesitate to call her the skinny bitch, because I don't really want to be skinny. Skinny implies no muscle tone/softness/weakness. But just calling myself a bitch doesn't really convey the message either (as much as the title "bitch" alone might suit me -- no comments, please, haha). :P When I look in the mirror now, I can see the skinny bitch showing through at times. Welcome, new friend. Come out and play. Please stay a while. I promise to not let the fat girl eat you away.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
back at the gym
it's funny how weak-willed I have been lately.
had last week off from the gym because Mike was out of town on vacation. Somehow that translated to vacation for me as well in my head, because I didn't work out very hard at all. I took the dogs for walks every other day, but it was nothing in comparison to my usual workouts with mike. I made a wrong turn on one of those walks, and ended up going a little further than I should have. Kina (did I tell you I have a new puppy? German shepherd, 3 months old, lots of fun but lots of trouble and mischief) got tired towards the end, and started lagging like crazy. I'm a little worried about her hips being overworked as she's a puppy so I carried her home for the last half. She's about 30 lbs right now, which isn't too bad, but she's really awkward to carry, especially when Alfie is tugging at the leash that is strapped to my left hand. Needless to say, we took lots of breaks.
I also went to the Orange County Rescue Mission to feed the residents lunch on Saturday with my small group. Cooking wasn't so bad, but afterwards, we had to mop the floor. I managed to work up a bit of a sweat doing that, but the real "workout" of the day came when I mowed my lawn. My dad insisted on getting me a motorized lawnmower because he said it would be easier. To that, I would have to say, "pah huh!" It is not easier. Just noisier and smellier.
I used this last week as a guage to see what will happen when I eventually stop training with Mike. I have this underlying fear that I will be fat again, and I think it might actually come true. if left to my own devices, I think, like this last week showed me, I would find things to keep myself active, but my innate laziness and penchant for fat bastards would far outweigh any efforts I might muster up.
I've been working out consistently for four months now. You'd think it would've become habit for me, but it obviously hasn't. The pull of my warm, soft bed at 6 AM is greater than the fear of becoming fat. Damn bed.
giving in to that pull ultimately ends in me feeling guilty for the rest of the day for not dragging my ass out of bed to at least go for a walk (why can't i do it when it's just me?? i manage to make it to the gym on time to meet Mike... wtf). Last week, this sometimes ended in me going for a walk in the evening. Other times, it meant sitting on my duff in front of the tv, and then feeling even more guilty the next morning. Yes, my guilt-reflex is strong. but maybe not strong enough.
My next goal is not only to drop a few more pounds (and therefore more bodyfat), but also to get to a point where I can maintain all the work I've put into this body. I would cry if I let all this time and money go to waste. I have to shift my mindset from short term loss to long term lifestyle change. I can NEVER go back to eating the way I did. As much as I love carbs, cakes, cookies, ice cream, french fries, etc they do not love me back. I'm hoping maintenance will be easier than cutting (ie, I'll be allowed a few more indulgences so I won't constantly be fighting the big green eyed monster)!
Back in the gym yesterday, and my arms are reminding me with every move I make how much I slacked off last week. The pain in my arms is way easier to deal with than the guilt I was giving myself for not working out.
Interesting note: my resting bp is 100/60 now, which must mean my resting heart rate is right around target! Awesome. It's probably also why I am so dizzy and lightheaded sometimes. I'm not gonna complain about dizziness though, because I've seen my bp rise at least 20 points when i'm at work and stressed out by the onslaught of students who need their patients checked out (think of the damage I was doing to my blood vessels when my resting bp was 120/80!).
another side note: my mom called while i was at work last week. She left me a voicemail asking me to save all my "fat clothes" for her, because she wants them. It's awesome that most of my wardrobe has become "fat clothes." Pants that used to fit tightly are now loose! I'm gonna keep going until my goal weight, and then throw everything out. I'm gonna save a few of the cuter pieces for my mom, but then force her to be more health-conscious, and not allow her to get comfortable in my fat clothes (cuz i'm a good 3 inches taller than she is... she really shouldn't be wearing my fat clothes).
P.S. it's always a little scary blogging about goals, cuz it's literally throwing down the gauntlet. It's out in the open now, and if I don't do it, it'll be a big FAIL emblazoned across my forehead. Wish me luck!
had last week off from the gym because Mike was out of town on vacation. Somehow that translated to vacation for me as well in my head, because I didn't work out very hard at all. I took the dogs for walks every other day, but it was nothing in comparison to my usual workouts with mike. I made a wrong turn on one of those walks, and ended up going a little further than I should have. Kina (did I tell you I have a new puppy? German shepherd, 3 months old, lots of fun but lots of trouble and mischief) got tired towards the end, and started lagging like crazy. I'm a little worried about her hips being overworked as she's a puppy so I carried her home for the last half. She's about 30 lbs right now, which isn't too bad, but she's really awkward to carry, especially when Alfie is tugging at the leash that is strapped to my left hand. Needless to say, we took lots of breaks.
I also went to the Orange County Rescue Mission to feed the residents lunch on Saturday with my small group. Cooking wasn't so bad, but afterwards, we had to mop the floor. I managed to work up a bit of a sweat doing that, but the real "workout" of the day came when I mowed my lawn. My dad insisted on getting me a motorized lawnmower because he said it would be easier. To that, I would have to say, "pah huh!" It is not easier. Just noisier and smellier.
I used this last week as a guage to see what will happen when I eventually stop training with Mike. I have this underlying fear that I will be fat again, and I think it might actually come true. if left to my own devices, I think, like this last week showed me, I would find things to keep myself active, but my innate laziness and penchant for fat bastards would far outweigh any efforts I might muster up.
I've been working out consistently for four months now. You'd think it would've become habit for me, but it obviously hasn't. The pull of my warm, soft bed at 6 AM is greater than the fear of becoming fat. Damn bed.
giving in to that pull ultimately ends in me feeling guilty for the rest of the day for not dragging my ass out of bed to at least go for a walk (why can't i do it when it's just me?? i manage to make it to the gym on time to meet Mike... wtf). Last week, this sometimes ended in me going for a walk in the evening. Other times, it meant sitting on my duff in front of the tv, and then feeling even more guilty the next morning. Yes, my guilt-reflex is strong. but maybe not strong enough.
My next goal is not only to drop a few more pounds (and therefore more bodyfat), but also to get to a point where I can maintain all the work I've put into this body. I would cry if I let all this time and money go to waste. I have to shift my mindset from short term loss to long term lifestyle change. I can NEVER go back to eating the way I did. As much as I love carbs, cakes, cookies, ice cream, french fries, etc they do not love me back. I'm hoping maintenance will be easier than cutting (ie, I'll be allowed a few more indulgences so I won't constantly be fighting the big green eyed monster)!
Back in the gym yesterday, and my arms are reminding me with every move I make how much I slacked off last week. The pain in my arms is way easier to deal with than the guilt I was giving myself for not working out.
Interesting note: my resting bp is 100/60 now, which must mean my resting heart rate is right around target! Awesome. It's probably also why I am so dizzy and lightheaded sometimes. I'm not gonna complain about dizziness though, because I've seen my bp rise at least 20 points when i'm at work and stressed out by the onslaught of students who need their patients checked out (think of the damage I was doing to my blood vessels when my resting bp was 120/80!).
another side note: my mom called while i was at work last week. She left me a voicemail asking me to save all my "fat clothes" for her, because she wants them. It's awesome that most of my wardrobe has become "fat clothes." Pants that used to fit tightly are now loose! I'm gonna keep going until my goal weight, and then throw everything out. I'm gonna save a few of the cuter pieces for my mom, but then force her to be more health-conscious, and not allow her to get comfortable in my fat clothes (cuz i'm a good 3 inches taller than she is... she really shouldn't be wearing my fat clothes).
P.S. it's always a little scary blogging about goals, cuz it's literally throwing down the gauntlet. It's out in the open now, and if I don't do it, it'll be a big FAIL emblazoned across my forehead. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
fell back off the wagon, dammit
this last week/weekend put me right back where I was. :(
a friend came to visit for a couple of days, and I ate crap. The crappiness extended into the weekend, when other friends came over, and we had a bbq. Again, more crap.
Whereas a couple of weeks ago, I had an iron will and was able to not eat something while other people were eating it, now I have something more like a jiggly-puff will. It gives in at the first whiff of fat bastards. Chocolate lava cake and vanilla ice cream. Popcorn. Cookies. Mac and cheese. *sigh*
sometimes i'm driven by this green-eyed monster deep inside that makes me want to eat really yummy-yet-bad-bad-bad foods. This is one of those times, and I'm feeling a little out of control. I wonder if it's hormones or if it's because i'm stressing about something? I find it a little amusing that i don't know the source of my urge to eat everything in sight. If i could identify the source, i might have a fighting chance at stopping it.
well... let's start here: i'm 'fessing up. I ate like crap all last week. Forgive me, for I have sinned. Hello, my name is Ed, and I eat my feelings.
here's to picking myself up, dusting myself off, and getting back on track!
P.S. Mike is out of town on vacation, so no early morning workouts this week. Took the dogs for a walk this morning in lieu of the ass-whooping I usually get. It's not much, but it's a start.
Also, my roommate finally moved in! The house is done, so now I have a roommate. I'm really hoping she decides to train with me, because then I will have a partner in crime to help keep me in check and motivate me to do more outside of the planned workouts with Mike.
a friend came to visit for a couple of days, and I ate crap. The crappiness extended into the weekend, when other friends came over, and we had a bbq. Again, more crap.
Whereas a couple of weeks ago, I had an iron will and was able to not eat something while other people were eating it, now I have something more like a jiggly-puff will. It gives in at the first whiff of fat bastards. Chocolate lava cake and vanilla ice cream. Popcorn. Cookies. Mac and cheese. *sigh*
sometimes i'm driven by this green-eyed monster deep inside that makes me want to eat really yummy-yet-bad-bad-bad foods. This is one of those times, and I'm feeling a little out of control. I wonder if it's hormones or if it's because i'm stressing about something? I find it a little amusing that i don't know the source of my urge to eat everything in sight. If i could identify the source, i might have a fighting chance at stopping it.
well... let's start here: i'm 'fessing up. I ate like crap all last week. Forgive me, for I have sinned. Hello, my name is Ed, and I eat my feelings.
here's to picking myself up, dusting myself off, and getting back on track!
P.S. Mike is out of town on vacation, so no early morning workouts this week. Took the dogs for a walk this morning in lieu of the ass-whooping I usually get. It's not much, but it's a start.
Also, my roommate finally moved in! The house is done, so now I have a roommate. I'm really hoping she decides to train with me, because then I will have a partner in crime to help keep me in check and motivate me to do more outside of the planned workouts with Mike.
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