I'm kind of impressed with myself with what I'm able to accomplish these days. Yesterdays workout was hard, but I actually felt good about it. We did squats and then push ups and body weight rows, more of those stupid wood chopper things, then he sprung some new stuff on me. we went over to the mat, and he was like, "what's the #1 most fun thing to do in the world?" and I was like um, no idea? and he was "sleeping! #2?" and i was like, still no idea, his answer? planks. Um for who?! Am I being punished? (those were my first two thoughts). I think we have very different definitions of the word fun. I can hold a low plank (on my elbows) for 30 seconds and a regular one for like 25. Looking back, I should have bailed out at like 15 seconds, because I think the whole "baseline" is going to be used against me in the court of law. and the gym. Then we did these things he "loves", which I hate, but I feel like this is the natural order of things. You get in a low plank, then roll up on to your toes with your hips in the air. I feel like a complete retard doing them. Then we did some more rows, and I got to go home haha. that's my favorite part of the work out.
I could seriously lay down and sleep right here, right now in my office.
I'm supposed to find 2 recipes from 'clean eating magizine' and make one of them. I hate cooking and I suck at it. I wish I had a personal chef. I need new sweat pants because my other ones are disgustingly stained. I look homeless in them.
anypants, I guess I should go work. thanks for reading y'all =] (yeah, I said y'all.)
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