Alfie is doing much better now that he is on anti-anxiety medications. We are leaving him inside the house during the day in the laundry room. I feel bad for him because this means he has to hold his bodily functions until either myself or my bro gets home (and it's usually my bro cuz I am gone for 10-12 hours at a time... makes me wonder if i should have a dog, but it's a little late for that now... who knew my schedule would suck donkey balls like this when I started??), but at least he seems to feel a lot more secure inside the house.
there is still a little barking when I leave, but for the most part, he's been quieter and calmer. I'm still waking up at 5 am to walk him before I go to work (cuz he doesn't get to run around outside anymore). I'm wondering if the barking will start up again after we take him off the meds. Ay me, if it does.
Stress at work is starting to level off a bit... 12 station is over, and I'm pretty sure my reptutation as a biotch is firm and secure. :P I saw some pretty questionable angle estimates and cornea exams tho.
I can't wait until next quarter when I will have fewer 8 am days. I. CAN'T. WAIT. 8 AM sucked as a student, and it still sucks as a doc. The ironic thing about school is that starting at 8 am doesn't necessarily mean i get out earlier. i am still there until 6 or 7 (sometimes 8) pm. What is the incentive for me to take the early shifts?? There is none...
I made my first appearance at the gym in a while because the little brown dog that lives at my house has been calmer. The gym in Irvine is uber-packed. I miss the unused gym in Saratoga, cuz the squat cage was always empty there.
Yesterday I did exercises with light weights at home during commercial breaks while watching The Biggest Loser cuz I got a haircut yesterday that reveals the fact that my double chin is growing its own double chin. :P I've decided having mirrored closet doors definitely has its pitfalls. Today I am a little sore... it wasn't the best workout, but it's way better than nothing. I'm hoping to get into a routine now so that I can work out more consistently. :)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
i kind of feel like throwing up right now. It may be from a combination of breakfast-to-coffee ratio, lack of sleep, and nerves. Why am I nervous? Two reasons, really:
1. I just printed an application for another job while at work. People were walking by... there was much scurrying to get to the printer before they did. There's also the whole "i don't know what to do about my job/life/family" issue that comes along with sending this application off that is really doing a number on my stomach.
2. my supervisor just finished asking me about a student that i graded down for efficiency, who is going on probation. She's contesting grades (particularly mine) and going to the dean, etc. to contest them. I am a non-confrontational type of gal. When she came to talk to me, I didn't back down, but felt absolutely horrible for it. Then she went to the higher-ups, who are now examining how i graded her. I was told that it wasn't my grade that pushed her over the edge of being held back in clinic, but with the amount of scrutiny that is going into this, it sort of feels like it was. Ugh. I love teaching, but it really sucks when they suck.
So now I'm going over everything (again) in my head over what went wrong that day... was I unfair? Did I do the right thing? If I cave-in and change the grade, does that set a precedent that I will always cave? Will I be known as the weakest link? Is it better to be known as the weakest link and be liked, or just be known as a biotch?
Just when I had almost convinced myself I am pretty damn lucky to be in a job that I actually like, and is challenging, this situation comes along... I dunno what to do.
Since my last post, the neighbors have called animal control on Alfie for the one day that I tried to leave him at home. I don't doubt that he was barking all day. I don't doubt that he is annoyingly loud. I strongly resent the fact that my neighbors aren't willing to come and talk to me about it, especially since we just moved in. Nice effing welcome to the neighborhood.
The ironic thing is, I had just talked to Anal Neighborlady the day before animal control was called. I went to her house to talk about the dog situation, and she gave me the whole "don't worry about your dog" speech again. "Somebody called animal control on my dog when I first got him, though, so watch out for the other neighbors. If I leave a note, I make sure to sign it. I don't like when you leave it anonymously like that."
based on the above conversation, I eliminated Anal Neighborlady as the Anonymous Caller. So yesterday, I went around to the neighbors behind us to talk to them. They said they haven't noticed our dog barking or whining, but that Anal Neighborlady has a reputation for being very nitpicky. They guessed she was the one that called animal control.
Anal Neighborlady lives to the left of us. The people to the right of us are not home on an extended vacation. There's a row of houses behind us, but the neighbors directly behind us said they are all from Taiwan, and "you know how Asians are... we're loud."
That left the people across the street. I went across the street to talk to them, and the one lady that was home said "I haven't heard your dog at all."
wtf.
somebody is lying. What's worse is somebody is lying straight to my face.
wtf.
Alfie is back at doggie daycare, and is continuing to drain my funds, which were sort of scarce to begin with. :(
I really wanna get away. This other job is looking more and more attractive every day. I have to be careful though... do i want it because it will let me escape from what i'm going through (which, as bad as it may seem now, i know is just temporary)? or do i want it because it really is the better choice?
if i think anymore, my head might explode.
And now, on to the good news. Alfie and I had lots of fun in Vegas this past weekend. There was no barking, whining, and I was able to leave him with his buddies without any problems. I've come to the conclusion that he needs a buddy. I can't get him a buddy, though, until I live on my own in a new place far far away from anal neighbors.
My weight is down despite the trip to Vegas and all the good eats! I'm chalking it up to the fact that I didn't go overboard, and the 3.5 mile breast cancer walk a few of us went on on Saturday. Yay me. :)
1. I just printed an application for another job while at work. People were walking by... there was much scurrying to get to the printer before they did. There's also the whole "i don't know what to do about my job/life/family" issue that comes along with sending this application off that is really doing a number on my stomach.
2. my supervisor just finished asking me about a student that i graded down for efficiency, who is going on probation. She's contesting grades (particularly mine) and going to the dean, etc. to contest them. I am a non-confrontational type of gal. When she came to talk to me, I didn't back down, but felt absolutely horrible for it. Then she went to the higher-ups, who are now examining how i graded her. I was told that it wasn't my grade that pushed her over the edge of being held back in clinic, but with the amount of scrutiny that is going into this, it sort of feels like it was. Ugh. I love teaching, but it really sucks when they suck.
So now I'm going over everything (again) in my head over what went wrong that day... was I unfair? Did I do the right thing? If I cave-in and change the grade, does that set a precedent that I will always cave? Will I be known as the weakest link? Is it better to be known as the weakest link and be liked, or just be known as a biotch?
Just when I had almost convinced myself I am pretty damn lucky to be in a job that I actually like, and is challenging, this situation comes along... I dunno what to do.
Since my last post, the neighbors have called animal control on Alfie for the one day that I tried to leave him at home. I don't doubt that he was barking all day. I don't doubt that he is annoyingly loud. I strongly resent the fact that my neighbors aren't willing to come and talk to me about it, especially since we just moved in. Nice effing welcome to the neighborhood.
The ironic thing is, I had just talked to Anal Neighborlady the day before animal control was called. I went to her house to talk about the dog situation, and she gave me the whole "don't worry about your dog" speech again. "Somebody called animal control on my dog when I first got him, though, so watch out for the other neighbors. If I leave a note, I make sure to sign it. I don't like when you leave it anonymously like that."
based on the above conversation, I eliminated Anal Neighborlady as the Anonymous Caller. So yesterday, I went around to the neighbors behind us to talk to them. They said they haven't noticed our dog barking or whining, but that Anal Neighborlady has a reputation for being very nitpicky. They guessed she was the one that called animal control.
Anal Neighborlady lives to the left of us. The people to the right of us are not home on an extended vacation. There's a row of houses behind us, but the neighbors directly behind us said they are all from Taiwan, and "you know how Asians are... we're loud."
That left the people across the street. I went across the street to talk to them, and the one lady that was home said "I haven't heard your dog at all."
wtf.
somebody is lying. What's worse is somebody is lying straight to my face.
wtf.
Alfie is back at doggie daycare, and is continuing to drain my funds, which were sort of scarce to begin with. :(
I really wanna get away. This other job is looking more and more attractive every day. I have to be careful though... do i want it because it will let me escape from what i'm going through (which, as bad as it may seem now, i know is just temporary)? or do i want it because it really is the better choice?
if i think anymore, my head might explode.
And now, on to the good news. Alfie and I had lots of fun in Vegas this past weekend. There was no barking, whining, and I was able to leave him with his buddies without any problems. I've come to the conclusion that he needs a buddy. I can't get him a buddy, though, until I live on my own in a new place far far away from anal neighbors.
My weight is down despite the trip to Vegas and all the good eats! I'm chalking it up to the fact that I didn't go overboard, and the 3.5 mile breast cancer walk a few of us went on on Saturday. Yay me. :)
Monday, September 22, 2008
we are finally moved in at the new house, and crap is everywhere. Here a crap, there a crap, everywhere a crap, crap.
All I can say is that my bro and I still have so much work to do before the house is comfy, but at least we're here. I already miss the old house, even though this one was a considerable upgrade.
The new neighbors suck ass. Big, big ass. We've been here for two days, and she's written us two notes about Alfie's barking. He has issues with being alone at the new place. He doesn't bark during the day, but if we leave him at night, all hell breaks loose, and Anal Neighborlady gets upset. She writes notes that say "your dog has been barking for hours! Please keep him quiet," but will come talk to us the next day and say "oh, I wasn't upset, I love dogs! I just wanted to come over and pet him and tell him everything was ok." Then, the next night, there's another note: "your dog has been barking since 7:00 pm. It is disturbing the peace BIG TIME!" Did I just miss something? Was that attempt at legal jargon a threat to notify the authorities?
I refuse to apologize, but it's kinda stressing me out. I have been trying to train alfie so that he won't whine and howl when we leave him home alone, but it's an uphill battle. I'm going to have to send him to doggie day care on Wednesdays because I'm gone from 8 AM to 10 PM. Irvine sucks. Old white ladies who never leave home suck.
On the upside, i was reading about how to help dogs with separation anxiety online, and I kept coming across advice to tire the dog out. In order to make him tired, I have to walk him for at least an hour. Before work. That means that Ed woke up at 5 AM this morning to walk alfie for an hour around Irvine. Then, because I was worried he was going to "disturb the peace" again, I drove him to the old house (which is still unrented as of yet), and left him there for the day. I drove back at lunchtime to check on him, and he was quiet as a mouse. Maybe he senses that Anal Neighborlady is nearby, and is protesting his closeness to such suckage when he's in Irvine.
I was dead tired all day, but if this regimen keeps up, the pounds should start coming off. I had to forgo the gym workout tonight because that would've meant leaving alfie home alone... but i didn't want to risk Anal Neighborlady calling animal control to take him away from me! Tomorrow is my day off, so there will be extensive obedience training. I'm hoping to get him "stable" by the end of the week, or my life is gonna be just as pathetic as Anal Neighborlady's. I won't be able to go ANYWHERE. Wish me luck!
All I can say is that my bro and I still have so much work to do before the house is comfy, but at least we're here. I already miss the old house, even though this one was a considerable upgrade.
The new neighbors suck ass. Big, big ass. We've been here for two days, and she's written us two notes about Alfie's barking. He has issues with being alone at the new place. He doesn't bark during the day, but if we leave him at night, all hell breaks loose, and Anal Neighborlady gets upset. She writes notes that say "your dog has been barking for hours! Please keep him quiet," but will come talk to us the next day and say "oh, I wasn't upset, I love dogs! I just wanted to come over and pet him and tell him everything was ok." Then, the next night, there's another note: "your dog has been barking since 7:00 pm. It is disturbing the peace BIG TIME!" Did I just miss something? Was that attempt at legal jargon a threat to notify the authorities?
I refuse to apologize, but it's kinda stressing me out. I have been trying to train alfie so that he won't whine and howl when we leave him home alone, but it's an uphill battle. I'm going to have to send him to doggie day care on Wednesdays because I'm gone from 8 AM to 10 PM. Irvine sucks. Old white ladies who never leave home suck.
On the upside, i was reading about how to help dogs with separation anxiety online, and I kept coming across advice to tire the dog out. In order to make him tired, I have to walk him for at least an hour. Before work. That means that Ed woke up at 5 AM this morning to walk alfie for an hour around Irvine. Then, because I was worried he was going to "disturb the peace" again, I drove him to the old house (which is still unrented as of yet), and left him there for the day. I drove back at lunchtime to check on him, and he was quiet as a mouse. Maybe he senses that Anal Neighborlady is nearby, and is protesting his closeness to such suckage when he's in Irvine.
I was dead tired all day, but if this regimen keeps up, the pounds should start coming off. I had to forgo the gym workout tonight because that would've meant leaving alfie home alone... but i didn't want to risk Anal Neighborlady calling animal control to take him away from me! Tomorrow is my day off, so there will be extensive obedience training. I'm hoping to get him "stable" by the end of the week, or my life is gonna be just as pathetic as Anal Neighborlady's. I won't be able to go ANYWHERE. Wish me luck!
Friday, September 19, 2008
two things:
first, go here. I'd copy and paste it into my blog, but it loses some of its effectiveness if you can see the whole thing at once. Thanks to Deb for sending me the link. Made my day.
second, I have been terrible at blogging since i started this thing. My xanga has been severely neglected as well. I think it would actually be cathartic to write about what's going on in my head, but when it comes out, i sound so much like a whiny little bitch. Prolly better to keep it to myself. Keeping things to myself, however, results in me packing on the stress fat and poundage.
I hate making excuses for myself, though. I'm obviously this round and fat because I let life get in the way of the ultimate goal of sexiness. If it were really my top priority, I wouldn't let things like family, work, and the temptation of baked/fried/frosted/buttery/sweet/savory/refined carb-filled/high fructose corn syrupy goodness get to me, and i'd be the sexiest bitch out there.
everything's been about family lately, and it's been driving me nuts. It never ceases to amaze me how willing I am to do the exact same things for my friends, but when asked/told/forced to do it for family, I rage. Weekly small group meetings with church friends has served to show me how hypocritical I am. While it sucks to be a hypocrite, it's a good thing I have some sort of checks-and-balances system in place, or i'd be one self-absorbed mofo.
After a lot of kicking and screaming (in my head) about the injustice of my life (wah wah wah, nobody else has to deal with this, why should i?? I'm getting the heck outta dodge), I've decided to suck it up. As I said before, things could be a lot worse. I want to be able to look back on my life with no regrets. It's morbid to say, but if i lost my family today, I'd feel pretty damn guilty about the resentful thoughts that have been running through my head lately. My family is insane, but it's all outta love.
phew. Having said all that (sorry if it's a little cryptic, but it makes sense to me, and this post is mainly for me), it's time to get down, dirty, and hardcore about the biggest loser competition. We finally moved to the new house last night. Half my stuff is at the old place, and half my stuff is at the new place, but i already feel ten times less stressed just because there has been some action. I do not "wait and see" well.
There are a couple of gyms on the way home from work, a pretty decent-sized pool in our community, and a little brown pup that needs walking so that he doesn't drive the neighbors crazy whining when I leave him home alone. I keep thinking, "something on the scale better budge soon (Daph, I totally feel ya on the scale issue... but, like you, I also have some poundage to drop)," but in the spirit of this post, I'm going to appreciate what I have, and work towards what I want rather than whining about what I don't have. In the very least, I have not gained weight since the competition began, and that's a start!
first, go here. I'd copy and paste it into my blog, but it loses some of its effectiveness if you can see the whole thing at once. Thanks to Deb for sending me the link. Made my day.
second, I have been terrible at blogging since i started this thing. My xanga has been severely neglected as well. I think it would actually be cathartic to write about what's going on in my head, but when it comes out, i sound so much like a whiny little bitch. Prolly better to keep it to myself. Keeping things to myself, however, results in me packing on the stress fat and poundage.
I hate making excuses for myself, though. I'm obviously this round and fat because I let life get in the way of the ultimate goal of sexiness. If it were really my top priority, I wouldn't let things like family, work, and the temptation of baked/fried/frosted/buttery/sweet/savory/refined carb-filled/high fructose corn syrupy goodness get to me, and i'd be the sexiest bitch out there.
everything's been about family lately, and it's been driving me nuts. It never ceases to amaze me how willing I am to do the exact same things for my friends, but when asked/told/forced to do it for family, I rage. Weekly small group meetings with church friends has served to show me how hypocritical I am. While it sucks to be a hypocrite, it's a good thing I have some sort of checks-and-balances system in place, or i'd be one self-absorbed mofo.
After a lot of kicking and screaming (in my head) about the injustice of my life (wah wah wah, nobody else has to deal with this, why should i?? I'm getting the heck outta dodge), I've decided to suck it up. As I said before, things could be a lot worse. I want to be able to look back on my life with no regrets. It's morbid to say, but if i lost my family today, I'd feel pretty damn guilty about the resentful thoughts that have been running through my head lately. My family is insane, but it's all outta love.
phew. Having said all that (sorry if it's a little cryptic, but it makes sense to me, and this post is mainly for me), it's time to get down, dirty, and hardcore about the biggest loser competition. We finally moved to the new house last night. Half my stuff is at the old place, and half my stuff is at the new place, but i already feel ten times less stressed just because there has been some action. I do not "wait and see" well.
There are a couple of gyms on the way home from work, a pretty decent-sized pool in our community, and a little brown pup that needs walking so that he doesn't drive the neighbors crazy whining when I leave him home alone. I keep thinking, "something on the scale better budge soon (Daph, I totally feel ya on the scale issue... but, like you, I also have some poundage to drop)," but in the spirit of this post, I'm going to appreciate what I have, and work towards what I want rather than whining about what I don't have. In the very least, I have not gained weight since the competition began, and that's a start!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
just stop pressuring me (poor me)
been feeling very stressed out lately, and when I'm stressed, I pack on the pounds because I seek food for comfort, and stop exercising.
also, my oldest bro and his family were here to visit, which made it virtually impossible to get a workout in.
what's going on in my life, you may ask?
1. work is really starting to pick up. I'm teaching a lab, staffing at a new offsite, and picking up more hours in clinic. Teaching the lab is fun, and it's really not that much more work, but more hours in clinic and the new offsite are a little stressful. Last week, I had to go back to work after bday dinner for my dad to finish grading to meet the end of quarter deadline. I was there by myself until 11:45 pm. I also had to go in for an emergency corneal ulcer case I was following on Sunday. I think I was at that damn place every day of the week. I'm having flashbacks of 2nd and 3rd year.
Not having two days off in a row really sucks ass. I dunno how other people do it.
2. the new house my parents bought in irvine is almost ready. This means my bro and I will be moving there soon. My dad is still living with us until the remodelling is complete. I am not looking forward to packing up all the crap we have at this house. Where am I gonna come up with the time to move?? Also, living at the new house will add about fifteen minutes to my twenty-five minute commute. Goodbye sleep...
3. I am leading a small group/bible study group for church. It's been really great to meet people, and get more involved, but it's also a huge responsibility. I feel guilty if I don't want to go to our weekly meetings and/or church on Sunday because I am supposed to be an example to other people. Last week was especially bad because I had to choose between church group and family. Luckily, my niece and nephew were at Disneyland, so they didn't miss me. I was dead tired after work because we'd gone to Knott's Berry farm the day before, but still managed to make it to the meeting. I am starting to feel my age, because I don't bounce back from lack of sleep like I used to.
my stress is probably all internal because i feel obligated to be at so many places and/or perform at a certain standard. If i had lower standards for myself (ie, be a shitty staff doc/lab proctor/small group leader), my mental tiredness might not be so bad.
if i can just get off my duff and into a gym, i think the endorphins would kick in, and the stress would cut back. I'm finding it so hard to muster up the motivation to go to the gym after work though, cuz all I wanna do is sleep (it's a vicious cycle). Gonna have to start packing my gym clothes and not allowing myself to go home until I've been to the gym.
all-in-all, though, i should stop complaining. Things could be much, much worse (ie, i could be homeless and hungry with HIV or something). :)
also, my oldest bro and his family were here to visit, which made it virtually impossible to get a workout in.
what's going on in my life, you may ask?
1. work is really starting to pick up. I'm teaching a lab, staffing at a new offsite, and picking up more hours in clinic. Teaching the lab is fun, and it's really not that much more work, but more hours in clinic and the new offsite are a little stressful. Last week, I had to go back to work after bday dinner for my dad to finish grading to meet the end of quarter deadline. I was there by myself until 11:45 pm. I also had to go in for an emergency corneal ulcer case I was following on Sunday. I think I was at that damn place every day of the week. I'm having flashbacks of 2nd and 3rd year.
Not having two days off in a row really sucks ass. I dunno how other people do it.
2. the new house my parents bought in irvine is almost ready. This means my bro and I will be moving there soon. My dad is still living with us until the remodelling is complete. I am not looking forward to packing up all the crap we have at this house. Where am I gonna come up with the time to move?? Also, living at the new house will add about fifteen minutes to my twenty-five minute commute. Goodbye sleep...
3. I am leading a small group/bible study group for church. It's been really great to meet people, and get more involved, but it's also a huge responsibility. I feel guilty if I don't want to go to our weekly meetings and/or church on Sunday because I am supposed to be an example to other people. Last week was especially bad because I had to choose between church group and family. Luckily, my niece and nephew were at Disneyland, so they didn't miss me. I was dead tired after work because we'd gone to Knott's Berry farm the day before, but still managed to make it to the meeting. I am starting to feel my age, because I don't bounce back from lack of sleep like I used to.
my stress is probably all internal because i feel obligated to be at so many places and/or perform at a certain standard. If i had lower standards for myself (ie, be a shitty staff doc/lab proctor/small group leader), my mental tiredness might not be so bad.
if i can just get off my duff and into a gym, i think the endorphins would kick in, and the stress would cut back. I'm finding it so hard to muster up the motivation to go to the gym after work though, cuz all I wanna do is sleep (it's a vicious cycle). Gonna have to start packing my gym clothes and not allowing myself to go home until I've been to the gym.
all-in-all, though, i should stop complaining. Things could be much, much worse (ie, i could be homeless and hungry with HIV or something). :)
Friday, August 8, 2008
New World Record!
Not really... I am just impressed that I am posting 2 days in a row!
Worked out with D yesterday. I'm very glad I am going with her, because she has pushed me to new heights with the weight. She also bought me a pair of gloves with which to lift (thanks D! I don't have to worry about my ugly callouses when I shake ppl's hands anymore!). Now we are even more badass-looking -- not necessarily actually badass.
Here's what we did (sets/reps/weight):
yesterday really challenged me. It felt great. After the shaky, nauseous feeling went away, that is. :P The thing that impresses me the most is that D stayed at the gym to go to a cardio kickboxing class. She is hardcore (and pretty badass, actually).
I am taking the more slackerish slow and steady approach. Gonna try to get some cardio in tonight after work.
Worked out with D yesterday. I'm very glad I am going with her, because she has pushed me to new heights with the weight. She also bought me a pair of gloves with which to lift (thanks D! I don't have to worry about my ugly callouses when I shake ppl's hands anymore!). Now we are even more badass-looking -- not necessarily actually badass.
Here's what we did (sets/reps/weight):
- squats (2/10/95#) triple digits here we come!!!
- pushups (2/15/BW) still struggling with the last 3 of each set
- seated rows (2/10/80#, 75#) see prev post about plateauing... can't seem to get much higher than this before it becomes too difficult to maintain form
- step ups (2/10/55#) really hate these. Can't wait until we don't have to do them anymore.
- prone jackknife (2/12/BW)
yesterday really challenged me. It felt great. After the shaky, nauseous feeling went away, that is. :P The thing that impresses me the most is that D stayed at the gym to go to a cardio kickboxing class. She is hardcore (and pretty badass, actually).
I am taking the more slackerish slow and steady approach. Gonna try to get some cardio in tonight after work.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I rack disaprine. All the time.
I am blogging under duress because somebody threatened to kill me if I didn't update this thing.
I don't have my journal here with me, but I will try to go from memory.
I took a week or so off from the gym while Daph3000 was out of town to try running. A friend of mine wanted me to run the Nike+ Human Race on Aug. 31. It's a 10k, which is 6.2 miles. I can't run a mile without stopping. You do the math. After a week of training, I was starting to see some gains in my endurance, but my knees started to hurt. I do not love running. I do not love pain. Therefore, motivation to do the Nike+ Human Race is next to nil. It doesn't help that my brother is doing it, and is able to run 5 miles. Just keep rubbing it in. How is it that we are from the same gene pool??
Luckily for me I fear commitment, so I didn't sign up for it before I could prove to myself that I could run a mile at a time. Ah yes, it is nice to be a slacker/failure.
Life got really hectic at home and work last week, so I didn't make it to the gym. It was a friend's birthday party on Friday night in downtown LA that really put me over the top as far as working out. Going to work after 3 hours of sleep does not make Ed a happy girl, nor does it make her want to lift weights the next few days because it takes her waaaay longer to recover from sleep deprivation now that she is old... er. The shit's gonna hit the fan soon when school starts. I can see it already (picking up another 8 hours in clinic, 3 hours of lab, and 2 hours of observation).
Worked out with D on Tuesday:
I don't have my journal here with me, but I will try to go from memory.
I took a week or so off from the gym while Daph3000 was out of town to try running. A friend of mine wanted me to run the Nike+ Human Race on Aug. 31. It's a 10k, which is 6.2 miles. I can't run a mile without stopping. You do the math. After a week of training, I was starting to see some gains in my endurance, but my knees started to hurt. I do not love running. I do not love pain. Therefore, motivation to do the Nike+ Human Race is next to nil. It doesn't help that my brother is doing it, and is able to run 5 miles. Just keep rubbing it in. How is it that we are from the same gene pool??
Luckily for me I fear commitment, so I didn't sign up for it before I could prove to myself that I could run a mile at a time. Ah yes, it is nice to be a slacker/failure.
Life got really hectic at home and work last week, so I didn't make it to the gym. It was a friend's birthday party on Friday night in downtown LA that really put me over the top as far as working out. Going to work after 3 hours of sleep does not make Ed a happy girl, nor does it make her want to lift weights the next few days because it takes her waaaay longer to recover from sleep deprivation now that she is old... er. The shit's gonna hit the fan soon when school starts. I can see it already (picking up another 8 hours in clinic, 3 hours of lab, and 2 hours of observation).
Worked out with D on Tuesday:
- deadlifts (2/10/75#,85#)
- overhead dumbbell raises (2/10/2x17.5 --> the 20#'s were taken up... didn't feel like waiting...hate when that happens)
- wide grip lat pulldowns (2/10/75) I think i'm starting to max out on these... 80# makes it really hard to keep up form, and it seems like I've been at 75# forever.
- lunges (2/10/45#)
- swiss ball crunches (2/20/BW)
Got another workout tonight with D, then she and others are off to paradise for a week! We will be switching to Tuesday/Friday workouts because my work schedule is gonna change starting Aug. 18. I want to start training cardio on the off days because my endurance sucks. D and I are thinking of starting a Biggest Loser competition, but it's not as fun when there's only two of us. Let me know if you are interested!
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