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
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
TMI...
This blog is going to be a little less motivational, and a little more just too much information. heh. That's what you get for being interested in my progress. If you don't like hearing/reading about poop, lack thereof, or excessiveness, then stop reading NOW. You have been warned.
Last weekend was the last weekend that my parents were here. I am still heaving a sigh of relief.
Of course, since it was the last weekend, we went out to eat. I must've eaten something bad, because by Sunday afternoon, I had a tummy ache and explosive Ring of Fire (if you catch my drift -- that saying "one ring to rule them all" definitely holds true).
I abstained from eating dinner on Sunday, but by Monday was so hungry I HAD to eat. I tried to keep it simple, but somehow over-compensated for the explosiveness... and got backed up. Which, in turn, made me afraid to eat anything again. I could feel everything I ate just sitting in my stomach and intestines. I swear it looked like i was a couple months pregnant on profile. Not a good feeling at all.
Workout on Tuesday morning was... interesting. I never knew it would make a difference, but it did. Have you ever tried working out when you feel like you need to take a deuce? It's not really fun.
They say exercise actually helps with this problem. It works for horses (how the hell do I know this??)... I think by halfway through the workout, I was feeling more normal, but man oh man... the beginning was tough.
Things are more normal today, so I'm glad I'm done with the stomach/GI issues.
Today was actually the 4 month mark from when I started working out the Jungle Fitness and Mike. I would've liked to have had some numbers to post, but I had to go to work early for a department photo, so there was no time to stick around for measurements.
my prediction? I don't think I've lost a lot of weight (probably 3-5 lbs at most) in the past two months. It's really sad that my diet was crappy enough that I out-ate all the working out I did. I'm noticing my belly fat has gone down, though, and at certain angles, I actually have some muscle definition in my upper arms (yeah, baby... working on the gun show). So i'm really hoping that the body fat percentage has gone down, at least.
I've gone down another pant size since the first weigh-in, so SOMETHING has to have changed, if not my weight.
I told myself at the beginning of this I was going to give it 4-6 months. I think to be really fair to myself, I need to redo last month entirely... thus, I am going to sign on for more training. I'm also considering going for one more workout a week, to help speed things along, but it depends on the bank account. Am I crazy? Must be... Nobody who has this much mental diarrhea can be normal. :P
Last weekend was the last weekend that my parents were here. I am still heaving a sigh of relief.
Of course, since it was the last weekend, we went out to eat. I must've eaten something bad, because by Sunday afternoon, I had a tummy ache and explosive Ring of Fire (if you catch my drift -- that saying "one ring to rule them all" definitely holds true).
I abstained from eating dinner on Sunday, but by Monday was so hungry I HAD to eat. I tried to keep it simple, but somehow over-compensated for the explosiveness... and got backed up. Which, in turn, made me afraid to eat anything again. I could feel everything I ate just sitting in my stomach and intestines. I swear it looked like i was a couple months pregnant on profile. Not a good feeling at all.
Workout on Tuesday morning was... interesting. I never knew it would make a difference, but it did. Have you ever tried working out when you feel like you need to take a deuce? It's not really fun.
They say exercise actually helps with this problem. It works for horses (how the hell do I know this??)... I think by halfway through the workout, I was feeling more normal, but man oh man... the beginning was tough.
Things are more normal today, so I'm glad I'm done with the stomach/GI issues.
Today was actually the 4 month mark from when I started working out the Jungle Fitness and Mike. I would've liked to have had some numbers to post, but I had to go to work early for a department photo, so there was no time to stick around for measurements.
my prediction? I don't think I've lost a lot of weight (probably 3-5 lbs at most) in the past two months. It's really sad that my diet was crappy enough that I out-ate all the working out I did. I'm noticing my belly fat has gone down, though, and at certain angles, I actually have some muscle definition in my upper arms (yeah, baby... working on the gun show). So i'm really hoping that the body fat percentage has gone down, at least.
I've gone down another pant size since the first weigh-in, so SOMETHING has to have changed, if not my weight.
I told myself at the beginning of this I was going to give it 4-6 months. I think to be really fair to myself, I need to redo last month entirely... thus, I am going to sign on for more training. I'm also considering going for one more workout a week, to help speed things along, but it depends on the bank account. Am I crazy? Must be... Nobody who has this much mental diarrhea can be normal. :P
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
yesterday's workout (legs day. uggggggh):
walking lunges, two lengths of the parking lot
25 jump squats followed by 25 half squats
shuffle-shuffle-squat, two lengths of the parking lot
up-downs
sit ups followed by oblique work
squat thrusts with 10 lb dumbbells. Traded for 12 lb-ers halfway through, and then did one-arm thrusts with superman jump for the last 5 of the set for each arm. Again, i got no hops.
static lunges followed by jumping lunges (all left leg first, then all right leg)
two laps
50 j's
something here that i can't remember. must've been so bad i've blocked it out
stairs of death for 10 mins. first 5 at level 7, then up to level 9 for the last 5 minutes. I STILL suck at this. Had to take a 10 second break A LOT (it's actually about 9 seconds before the stairs completely stop moving from the momentum I create when I'm on them... I allow myself that much of a rest before I get back on. The goal is to not let the stairs stop moving) during the last 5 minutes. Level 9 is just above my threshold for stamina, so my legs were screaming.
was talking it over with my bro, and we've established that somehow I ended up with more of the bulky fast-twitch/sprint muscle, and he has more of the slow-twitch/long-distance/endurance muscle. He can run forever (he was on the track team in high school), whereas I suck at running, but according to him, am freakishly strong for a girl (I think it's cuz he used to sit on me and hold my wrists behind me when we were kids -- i had to develop the muscle to push him off). He can still lift a lot too (which, again, is why i wonder how we are from the same gene pool... all the physical stuff comes so easy for him).
haha, i was thinking if you turned us loose in the African safari, I would def not be able to outrun the lion. My brother, the gazelle, might. Guess i'll have to cultivate more brains to outthink the lion.
If I look at my extended family on my dad's side, half of them are skinny as hell (i used to wonder if i could break their arms just by squeezing too hard). They are all in China, though, so some allowance needs to be made for nutrition and training (being small, pasty and soft seems to be the desired trait in Asia). The other half are built more like me and my dad -- stocky. Too bad I'm a girl, and stocky isn't very cool.
on that front, though, Daph showed me some training vids for female MMA fighters, Gina Carano and Cris "Cyborg" Santos. Wow. They are my new idols. Cyborg kind of scares me, but Gina is actually pretty hot. They both kick some serious ass. Something for me to aspire to...
walking lunges, two lengths of the parking lot
25 jump squats followed by 25 half squats
shuffle-shuffle-squat, two lengths of the parking lot
up-downs
sit ups followed by oblique work
squat thrusts with 10 lb dumbbells. Traded for 12 lb-ers halfway through, and then did one-arm thrusts with superman jump for the last 5 of the set for each arm. Again, i got no hops.
static lunges followed by jumping lunges (all left leg first, then all right leg)
two laps
50 j's
something here that i can't remember. must've been so bad i've blocked it out
stairs of death for 10 mins. first 5 at level 7, then up to level 9 for the last 5 minutes. I STILL suck at this. Had to take a 10 second break A LOT (it's actually about 9 seconds before the stairs completely stop moving from the momentum I create when I'm on them... I allow myself that much of a rest before I get back on. The goal is to not let the stairs stop moving) during the last 5 minutes. Level 9 is just above my threshold for stamina, so my legs were screaming.
was talking it over with my bro, and we've established that somehow I ended up with more of the bulky fast-twitch/sprint muscle, and he has more of the slow-twitch/long-distance/endurance muscle. He can run forever (he was on the track team in high school), whereas I suck at running, but according to him, am freakishly strong for a girl (I think it's cuz he used to sit on me and hold my wrists behind me when we were kids -- i had to develop the muscle to push him off). He can still lift a lot too (which, again, is why i wonder how we are from the same gene pool... all the physical stuff comes so easy for him).
haha, i was thinking if you turned us loose in the African safari, I would def not be able to outrun the lion. My brother, the gazelle, might. Guess i'll have to cultivate more brains to outthink the lion.
If I look at my extended family on my dad's side, half of them are skinny as hell (i used to wonder if i could break their arms just by squeezing too hard). They are all in China, though, so some allowance needs to be made for nutrition and training (being small, pasty and soft seems to be the desired trait in Asia). The other half are built more like me and my dad -- stocky. Too bad I'm a girl, and stocky isn't very cool.
on that front, though, Daph showed me some training vids for female MMA fighters, Gina Carano and Cris "Cyborg" Santos. Wow. They are my new idols. Cyborg kind of scares me, but Gina is actually pretty hot. They both kick some serious ass. Something for me to aspire to...
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