a soild 13.

Darin always asks me, i'd say at least 5-8 times per session, on a 1-10 scale (1 being easy and 10 being hard) what was that? In between sets of the craziest workout he's come up with to date, he asked me what the first set was, and I spouted off the first thing that came to mind which was "a solid 13", and I mean that with my entire heart.

We started off with deadlifts as usual, and the "training wheels" came off. It was pretty heavy, I'm not gonna lie. I think it was 125lbs. Then Darin dropped the "we're doing boot camp" bomb. We did 10 exercises with 30/30 timing, including goblet squats, planks, flamingo rows, push and presses, slams, total body extensions, mountain climbers, wood choppers, one arm swings and I'm missing one exercise and it's driving me crazy. I can do the exercise but I can't think of what he called it. Whatever it was, you took the weights, held them at your waist, then pulled your elbows up twords the ceiling. I probably didn't even describe that right but I'm dilerious right now. Planks were the last part of it, and after the first go around I KNEW he was gonna say we were gonna do it again because it was only like 4:30. While I was "resting" (waiting for death), he said "man these rest periods are long". Easy for the man with the timer to say! The second round, after the third exercise, I K.N.E.W. the rest interval was shorter. He revealed that it was 35/25 timing during the second round after I finished. Sneaky snake. That last plank felt like it lasted forever and 2 hours. I also felt like I did a ton of slams that second time. My shoulders/arms feel pretty iffy right now. Yesterday made me question my thoughts of going to the real boot camp on Saturday. He asked if I was going and I was like uh no, you ruined it haha. I probably will go, mostly because God knows I need to, and I have to work anyways so I might as well get in a 45 minute workout when I can because the chances of me taking myself to the gym and actually doing something after I work for 8-10 hours are slim.

As I expected, seeing as Darin even mentioned my face looked like "please let the world end now" during the workout, I felt like crap on the drive home. Like, I didn't get the "loving life" feeling. I got the "hope I don't throw up in my car" feeling.  I cried a little on the way home (don't judge me). Those feelings only happen around once every eight workouts, so I'm kinda okay with it. I don't really have a choice haha. I'm also stressed out with work, so I think it's a combonation of everything. Sometimes I think he overestimates me/my ability. I just hope I can shake this weird mood of being stressed/grouchy and enjoy my Friday. I'm just a gem these days.

I am seriously exhausted. But after the inital "ow" when I woke up this morning, after I got moving, I don't feel bad. I feel pretty okay actually.

I also have to work alllllllllllll weekend, at least it's overtime. I've been to bed before 8pm the last 2 nights, actually. I'm going to make a fabulous grandmother one day. Seeing as I'm all by my lonesome at work today, I guess I should actually get some auditing done. Here's to hoping that if I do go to boot camp again, I don't pass out, throw up or die.

I need a mtn dew.

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less pan flutes, more planks.

I. am. so. tired. My legs were still kinda iffy from boot camp on Saturday, which I'm surprised didn't scar me for life. just the weekend. haha anyways, being sore from saturday wasn't the best way to go in to a workout.

I feel like we did entirely too much yesterday, but I didn't throw up/die, so I guess that's a good sign. Some days I think showing up is too much. Deadlifts are becoming the new squats. I don't hate them nearly as much as I do squats, which seemed to have snuck (is that a word?) their way back in to different exercises. Oh, I noticed. But anyways, I think Darin said Thursday we'd move the deadlift up to like 125 (faaaantastic) and instead of using what looked like a metric ton of the little plate weights, it's two of the huge ones, which I think he said was like the equivalent of a child saying it's first words. I'm not super excited because a) that's heavy and b)clearly I'm not a gym rat. At least one of the two of us is enthusiastic about things. I seem to make it look like I'm "toying" with the weight,but I don't want to look like Godzilla destroying new york. or japan. I didn't watch Godzilla so I don't know what I'm talking about. Moving on. We did this thing with an 8 lb medicine ball that was reminiscent of grave diggers, then I threw the ball to him/at him, then we worked on "the gun show" and did like 4 different arm exercises. Apparently they (and by they, I mean the people who make free weights) make these things that are like magnetic and add like a pound and a half to the weights. It doesn't sound like much,but it feels like it. Confession time, when I go to the gym on my own and do the incline bench press, I use strictly 10's, because I'm lazy (but I do 3 sets of 15 to kinda balance the lazy out). These were like 16.5's and I felt kinda wily-nilly on a couple reps. Then we did this other thing that he gave a real technical name (he might as well have been speaking Swahili) but it was a 5lb weight which is never a good sign. lower weight = harder exercise, just fyi. He saved the best for last and I really, really wish there was a way to get across the level of sarcasm I wish to convey on this blog. However, there isn't, so anyways, it was a pyramid of planks and slams. yeaaaaaaaa. planks. I'd rather eat a corn dog and for those of you who know me at all, I think corn dogs are SERIOUSLY the worst food that made it's way in to the world. I'd rather use typhoid Mary's razor to slit my wrists than eat one. ew. I gagged just thinking about it. The point is (I knew I had a point), I hate planks. So the way it worked was I held a high plank for 20 seconds, then did 10 slams, 20 second plank, 8 slams, 20 second plank, 6 slams, 20 second plank, 4 slams, 20 second plank, 2 slams. Before he told me what we were doing, he quoted my "who has two thumbs and can hold a plank for 50 seconds" facebook status to me. (that was a nice touch). 20 seconds is a LONG time when you're holding yourself in a pushup position. I always forget to breathe. I dont even know how that happens. Anyways, I was having personal earthquakes (that's what I call shaking during an exercise) like you wouldn't believe. Good thing Darin was there to watch me like a hawk or else I would have cheated on the planks. and by good thing, I really mean damn it.

Sometimes I think I'm too stubborn. I know what you're thinking. No. not you! but yes, even I have my faults. I'm trying to use this to my advantage, that I won't give up on this whole getting healthy thing, but right now it sucks, just so we're clear. I'm real tired of food logging, feeling guilty when I don't exercise on days other than Monday/Thursdays and wondering when things will get easier. Which it seems like that will happen on the fifth of never. I just don't feel like I'm good at anything. Anyways,I guess the whole 'feeling guilty' thing isn't so bad most days. I'm just feel like I'm ALWAYS tired. I usually go to the gym with Jennifer on Tuesday but not today. We are insanely behind at work and I know it would be a waste of time in the mood I've woken up in.

I'm pretty sore today, and grouchy in general, which is unusual for me. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My back hurts, but not in a bad way, it's just the muscles. Hopefully I can perk up before noon, but that's not likely.

I'm still working/pondering the picture idea. Be patient please! that's all I have up my sleeve for now.
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P.s- this picture is so appropriate after yesterday's workout.

Curiosity killed the cat...and quite possibly me.

I really don't know what, other than actual curiosity, got in to me and possessed me to try boot camp, but I did. and I lived to tell the story. So here goes.

First of all, I didn't know what in the world was going on when my alarm went off at 7 (I had to shower before I went, don't judge me). I was so disoriented. Then I saw my alarm saying "BOOOOOT CAMP!" so I was like oh yeah. that. I'll spare you the details and profanities that lead up to me actually getting to sweeten creek, but there were quite a few f-bombs in a pretty short amount of time. Anywho, I get there and Karen was directly behind me (bless her brave soul for not making me go alone) and we were the first two there. We were early (I'd rather die than be late) so we sat around and chatted, till 2 other ladies showed up and then we did a standard warm up, then got down to business. At which point I will say if you read on, you read at your own risk. My post workout good mood, much like my breakfast, is long gone and I'm not really interested in censoring myself. Consider yourself warned. Moving on, there were 5 stations (my memory is fading with my old age so I may not have these in order,especially because I started at station 5). #1 was this thing (I'm bad with names) where you held a dumbell, squatted as low as you could, then pressed the weight up, then stood up. I probably had a "WTF" look on my face because God knows I'm about as coordinated as Helen Keller. #2 was a pretty standard row I've done before,then #3 was dragon (or curtsey) lunges,#4 was sumo squats and #5 was pushups. After he went through those,I was like okay, maybe this won't be so bad. That dream got smashed in approximately 2.4 seconds. He also threw in an ab exercise and a cardio exercise to be done after every station. It was in total,15 exercises....so like after I did pushups for like 45 seconds, you got 5 seconds to get ready to do surrenders,then right after that, I think the first one was flutter kicks. After 1 round of alllllllll that,I got some water and kinda felt iffy. I barely made it through the second round and at that point I wasn't 100% sure I wasn't gonna throw up. But I didn't, much to my surprise. Afterwords, I was driving home, loving life as usual. I actually made it home feeling pretty okay, and now it's like a ton of bricks has smashed in to me. I also feel like it should be 5pm, but at the time I'm writing this, it's not even noon.

To be honest,I'm actually REALLY impressed with surviving. Right before Darin yelled "GO!" the first time, my life flashed before my eyes, not really, but I did think "well. here goes. hope I don't embarass myself or pass out" and I don't think I had any other thoughts during boot camp that can be written out/posted on the internet haha. It didn't suck as much as I was expecting, I can't say like "oh I loved it!" but I don't know that anyone can....anyone in their right mind that is. I'm kinda sore already. Darin told me from now on,on my blog/facebook to be specific when I say what hurts/is sore. Well. let's be specific. everything. hurts. haha. I dont know about hurt, per se but everything is tired. My hamstrings/quads and my shoulder blade muscles are fairly sore.

anyways,this whole thing could have been summed up in 5 words. Boot camp kicked my ass.

who needs full use of their arms, anyways?

 

Well, sadly yesterdays workout was nothing like Mondays. at. all.  I basically have no use of my arms/shoulders this morning. uuuugghhhhhhh. moving on.

 

After I warmed up, we did deadlifts as usual, which are still 1,000,000,000x better than squats in my book. Then we more of these bench press-esque things, 3 point rows and these other things that involved me on the floor on all fours, kicking my leg back like a mule (but in a more slow, controlled fashion....and the hilarity of that isn't lost on me, I'm a jackass most of the time). 3 sets of that. On the last set of the bench press-y things, he put more weight on it (I need to be less indifferent when he asks stuff) and said if I couldn't do ten, that was fine........wellllllllllllllll. sometimes (and only sometimes) in my mind, I'm like...challenge accepted. So I did 10, then he wanted 2 more, which he might as well have said 20 more. Whatever though, who needs to be able to lift your arms to wash your hair in the shower? then we moved on to lat pulldowns, and these things where I held a plate weight and you lift it up where you can look through the hole, then pull it in and out, then down. 3 sets of those, then we moved on to what is growing to be one of my least favorite exercises (who am I kidding, excercise in general is my least favorite thing), boscu ball burpees. seriously. I have the balance of a toddler, I hate that damn "ball" (really, it's not a ball) and I'd rather die than do anything related to a pushup. That was a wee bit dramatic but I'm sure you all know by now, I have a flair for the dramatic.  Anyways, after the burpees, in my mind, that should have been all, but no. He had some medicine ball slams and fronts&sides up his sleeve before it was 'cool down' time. I felt like death by the time I left. I'm actually kind of impressed that I didn't really die. 2 short months ago and I wouldn't have made it to my car without throwing up.

 

Yesterday, pre-workout, I ate a greek yogurt mixed with some oatmeal and it actually wasn't terrible. It wasn't good, but it wasn't the worst thing I've ever eaten. I ate about half of it before I started gagging because I was looking at it. It legit looked like vomit. I got the Oikos black cherry kind and I think it's a texture thing, because it kinda reminds me of eating cream cheese or sour cream. I tried to lie to myself and say "nessie it's just cheesecake" but that didn't work, at. all.

 

I don't know what kind of sorcery they have going on there, but for like 2 days I haven't been hungry (I legit think I ate like 300 calories all day tuesday) but about 30 minutes after my workout, I literally thought I was going to starve to death before I got home. So I had some chicken and corn which seems to be my favorite meal these days. Also, I may bite the bullet and give boot camp a try on Saturday. I haven't figured out if my love of sleep will over power my curosity about boot camp. I'm just REAL nervous about anything named "boot camp" and group exercise classes. Also, it's at 8:30. I can just imagine myself getting in my car and getting to sweeten creek and deciding that this was a terrible idea and going home. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. <----that's me making my 'help me' face.

I would gladly slug an old lady/my mom for a banana walnut muffin from Atlanta Bread....bad news is, they're like 600 calories. annnnnnd my mom is just a feeble old lady and that would make me a bully. (just kidding, I'd never punch my mom. love you mama!)

 

I'm almost to the 40 pound mark! :) some of you have said on facebook I should post before/now pics, but here's the thing. before this summer when I started working out, I avoided having my picture taken like most people avoid the plague. I, honest to God, don't have very many pictures to choose from, and from those pictures there aren't many I'd be willing to put online. So I'm considering starting progress pics NOW and then maybe every like 20 pounds ish posting new ones....but I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight see what I could do about a legit picture from the "before". Maybe.

 

Anyways, I think that's all I have to say for now. Tune in on Tuesday to see if I actually put on my big girl pants and gave bootcamp a try or if I decided sleeping was the best option. It's actually a 50/50 at this point. I know you all will be waiting anxiously to find out. If I do go to boot camp (I'm scared), I might blog about it this weekend (if I survive). Here's to hoping.

 

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Pan Flutes and Planks

Yesterday was fairly awesome, and that's actually not a lie. I, for once in my life, am actually not all that sore. Yesterday morning was a crapstorm of the century and I laughed about it. Nothing life altering happened but I'd rather not have a repeat anytime soon, for sure.

When I got to O3 yesterday, I sat in my car for a hot minute and had an internal argument with myself like, Ness, get out of the car! and then I was like I cant! and I went back and forth until 3:55, at which point I got out of the car. I was meandering along on the treadmill warming up and Darin was like, today is gonna be awesome and in my mind I was just like yeah, okay. I should have stayed in my car. Sometimes we have fairly different opinions of "awesome". Anyways, we started out as usual with deadlifts, I think it was like 115lbs, which, I feel like at some point we should leave well enough alone and let me get good at something before we get heavier. After like 4 sets of those, I got some water and we were standing near the door when Darin was like "how do you feel about parking lot lunges?" at that point I seriously thought "when he turns his head, I wonder if that's enough time for me to sprint to my car?" thankfully though, it was a joke. I hate lunges and the outdoors. Sadly though, directly after that, we went over to the mats and he timed me holding a low plank. Apparently I let my face reflect my inner thoughts because he laughed about how less than excited I looked. He wanted me to try and beat my 35 second record, and I did. 50 seconds! However, that was literally the longest 50 seconds of my life and I sometimes forget to breathe when I do stuff like that. Then we did this arm thing and then we spent like 30 minutes stretching. He turned on a yoga station on Pandora which, apparently Pandora thinks that means strictly pan flute solos. It kind of reminded me of Indian music and at one point, I thought it sounded like someone breathing really heavy in to the speakers, and D said it sounded like someone sanding wood. Then, directly after one of the 12 minute solos, this lady basically yells HEY PANDORA LISTENERS! uh, you'd think there would be a warning for that. Or they would have someone like whisper "hey Pandora listeners" but that would be creepy too. Either way, it wasn't all that soothing. I was supposed to "relax" which, that happens on the fifth of never, especially when I felt like I should be doing something. I'm the most stressed out person on the face of the planet. Always. It was a nice break though, none the less and I appreciate the days when he takes it easy on me. However few and far between those are.

Also, dear friends, if you have my phone number, how about text me and tell me to go to the gym? I'm lacking motivation, hardcore today. I'm basically feeling back to normal so I really have no excuse to not go other than I'm the laziest person on planet earth and possibly mars. It seems like that now when I go to the gym, well the past 2 times-ish, especially when I go alone, I'm not as productive/focused. I more or less wander around waiting for an acceptable time to go home haha. While I'm basically confessing my gym sins to the world, I'll also admit that I'm bad to take too long between sets. I need someone to be looking over my shoulder at all times. I'm a 4 year old in a grown woman's body. Believe that.

I've lost 38 pounds! It would have been more had I been more strict about my diet recently, but a win is a win and I'll take it. I probably should stop weighing myself as much as I do and putting so much emphasis on those numbers. I should also get a haircut and stop complaining so much but I can't imagine that aforementioned will happen in the near future. The haircut needs to, though. Baaaaaaaaad. I'm looking like a shaggy sheep dog with a permed mullet. Though, my hair is au natural. lucky me. I did get the 3 H's from my dad, My hair, height and humor.

Moving on, I guess I should try to choke down some breakfast. For the past few days I've not been hungry for breakfast at all. Like, yesterday I got a banana for breakfast and moved on with my life and then ate lunch at like noon. So now that I've shared my life story, I must go. Tune in Friday for another installment of the princess diaries.

:)

p.s- I may be the only one who notices but the time stamp on this blog is wrong. There is no way on God's green earth that I'm writing this literary masterpeice at 2:30 (or whatever ungodly hour it thinks I am).

Christmas in August.

um yeah, there are some words in this blog ladies probably shouldn't say. good news is, I'm not very lady like most of the time. so you've been warned.

the heavens have opened up and sweet baby Jesus and his teen mom Mary have smiled down upon me. Yesterday was the first workout in the history of ever that I didn't do a single squat. It was legit like Christmas in August. At least for the first 5 minutes of yesterdays session. We did deadlifts, which is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine by me. More than fine, actually. I'll do deadlifts until the cows come home. Any day of the week. Anyways, we did what felt like to be 100 of them, then moved on to this bench-pressy move, did 3 and a half sets of those because I couldn't finish the last set. All about the fail boat. toooooooooot toooooooooooot. i'm good with that because those weren't my jam. then we did some other stuff that I think were rows, then he got this 'idea', and we did these things he called 'surrenders'. Let me just preface this by saying a)if I happend to fall to the ground today, I legit wouldn't be able to get back up. and b)they're right up there with squats in my book of fuck this shit. yeah, I just said that. and sorry if that offends you, but sometimes I can't censor myself. long hair don't care. Anyways, what you do is (in an ideal world) you put your hands behind your head, and then get down on your knees, and get up. it doesn't sound so hard in theory, but give it a go. I also found that my left leg is like way weaker than my right. My left arm is too, and I don't know how that happend. I've not had a stroke that I'm aware of, so I guess that makes me the 7th wonder of the world. I don't know how many wonders of the world there are, but I'm sure most of you after reading this blog, are like this girl is SPECIAL. whatever though, at least I'm pretty. hahahahahahaa. I don't know what's wrong with me today. yes i do. i'm tired. and this is what happens when I'm tired. I get crazy. well. craizER than normal. anyways. moving on.
seriously. I am so sick of being sore.

I know I make alot of jokes in this blog and I in general am a pretty funny person, but for some reason this week all I want to do is give up. In all seriousness. This may be too hard. This is legit one of the hardest things I've ever done. I'd have my back surgery done 10 times over if I didn't have to deal with all this. It's so stressful trying to eat the way I know I should but not liking 80% of the things I need to eat. I feel like I'm always sore and I laugh about it most of the time, and I know it's like a sign of progress or whatever but it sucks when getting out of your office chair is hard. I also am back off the soft drinks, which sucks too. I don't love water. I'm being a baby, but whatever. This is my blog and I can say what I want mostly.

Anyways, on Wednesday, I actually jogged on the treadmill. 60 seconds on, 2 minutes off, for 20 minutes. I was pretty proud of myself, because it's legit been like 10 years since I've done any kind of jogging/running. I don't love it, but I like the feeling of accomplishment.

Well, that's basically all for this installment of the gym is that way godzilla!
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know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em.

I don't really know what that title means. I just decided to say it.

he's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Workout #18 was easy. and that was one of the biggest lies I've ever told. I'm actually not sure how I feel this morning. I'm not exactly sore, per se, but I'm definately not feeling 100% awesome. I woke up and thought I had a stomach ache, actually, then I realized it's my stomach muscles hurting haha. Then I laughed, and it hurt more, which is going to be a problem because I spend 80% of my day laughing at something or someone. I got up a few minutes early because I literally went to bed at 7:15 last night, and decided, hey. I'm gonna get up and strech and see if that helps. Well it felt less than great to say the least so I stopped. Yesterday while I was walking on the treadmill, Darin was like, I took your blog to heart, and we're gonna switch things up a little bit today (and I was like yesssss) and then he drops this bomb of "we're gonna start with squats" and LAUGHS. THAT'S NOT CHANGING ANYTHING. But I did only do 10 yesterday with no weight which was fine. with. me. Seriously. If I never do another squat again...... anyways, we did dead lifts, 3 sets of 10 of push ups and body weight rows, 2 sets of basically a million wood choppers going from high to low, then low to high (seriously. lame.) then these other 2 exercises that I have no idea what they were, then a circuit of medicine ball work. cleans and presses, this sideways toss from the right, slams, then sideways from the left. After the timer went off for the last time, he said something about going for another round and I was like uh huh. buuuuuuut truth be told I probably could have. I'm not retarded though. I know when to say no. I was feeling great on the way home. Like LOVIN LIFE in my car, and then by the time I actually got home, I wasn't loving life so much haha. I opened my car door and was like um yeah...how am I gonna go about this? I finally just kind of rolled out on to the bank and got up from there. I have a flair for the dramatic. lets not judge.

Today is day 2 of the no more soft drinks fatty, pledge. I stillllllll have a headache and I'm over it haha. I need to get my lazy self up and go get some water. But the water cooler is so far away from my office. That's actually a lie too, it's about eh, 15 seconds from door to cooler if I stop and say hi to Lynda and Mandy.

Anyways, I have a few more points to make that don't have a ton to do with working out. #1. I need a haircut worse than Helen Keller needed eyesight. too far? probably. #2. I want a new car more than Anne Frank wanted food. too far? absolutley. #3. This breakout on my face has gots to go. I look like a before picture from the pro-activ commercials. Also, I feel like people expect more out of me because I have naturally curly hair. I don't know why, I just do. And, I read in some old book of wives tales that if you pull out a peice of hair from the underside of your hair (in my case, my mullet) the tighter the curl, the tighter the person is wound. I'm not sure if that's true, but I thought it was neat. 

I guess I should do some work while I'm at work today. So that's all for this installment of uh for the love of God, go eat some lean cuisine!

:)

part 2. and a top 10 list.

List of excuses that I may or may not have used to get out of going to the gym. Sadly, some of these have actually prevailed against my will to get skinny.

 

1. I don't want to carry my water bottle around.

2. I have a paper cut so I can't touch the free weights, who knows if I have a blood disease that can be transmitted through the weights?! it's best for everyone if I go home.

3. It's raining.

4. I have a new ebook on loan from the library and I only have 3 more days to read it.

5. I only slept 10 hours last night. That's clearly not enough to actually get a good work out in.

6. My birthday is in 4 months.

7. It's too nice outside to go to the gym.

8. It's too cold.

9. I'm hungry.

10. My shoes are dirty.

 

Yesterdays workout was a hot. tranny. mess. I didn't want to go to the gym at all, but I had made plans to go with Jennifer, so I decided to put my big girl pants on and go. I always feel better after I work out, but the whole 'work out' part generally sucks. I decided to switch things up a bit since I'm getting really bored with the stationary bike, and do 10 minutes on the eliptical. Uh yeah, that was the worst idea I've had in a while. I think I'm drawn to the bike for cardio because it's sitting down (don't judge me) and I'm the laziest person on the face of the planet. I also think I actually burned more calories on the bike (so said myfitnesspal) and the eliptical set my legs on FIRE. At one point I was like, I wonder how bad it would hurt if I just fell off? yeah. that almost happened.

 

You know the whole "you cant out exercise a bad diet" thing? well. seems like I'm sure as hell trying. I haven't lost any weight in the past 5-6 days, but I've not gained (thank. God. I'm not sure if I could handle that haha). I seem to be treading metabolic water. asozi84na'aw3ifjaflfh. ugggggggggghhhhhhhhh. that's how I feel about that.

 

Anyways, I guess that's all for this installment of it's called weight watchers, fatty mcfatterson. until next time!

:)

gym alone, part 1.

making titles for these posts is getting harder. I decided since Darin is off on vacation, it's kinda like I'm Macaulay Culkin in those retarded home alone movies (except clearly I'm a girl and not a drug addict like he looks like he is in the pictures on google that crossed my path in the googling of his name so I spelled it right)... Except I'm in the gym alone.

first workout sans Darin was fairly productive, I'd say. I really must be serious because I did hack squats yesterday and I worked out alone. Meaning, no one would ever know if I didn't do them. And let me say, as usual in every post, I'm sick of squats. Any kind. I'm kinda worried my legs are gonna get bulky/not smaller/gross(er). I also hate when I go to the gym and there are approximately 957 people there. I got a little anxious and ended up spending like 20 extra minutes on the bike before I convinced myself I have to get off of it sometime and actually do something.

While I was pedaling my way to China, I started thinking about stuff I want to be able to do. Like, I'd like to be able to do a legit pushup, and by "a pushup" I mean one. uno. goose egg. not 10, not 12, do not pass go, do not collect 200$. one. and I'd be a happy camper.

I've GOT to start drinking more water and lay off the soft drinks. yeah. I ruined my whole "two months without one" thing this weekend, and I've probably not drank a whole bottle of water in 2 days and now my sugar cravings are damn near constant. Which they were kinda getting under control before I ruined my life with a mountain dew. the juice of the devil. or the nectar of the gods, if you're like me and could drink a 2 liter in a day. Don't judge me. I also have yet to find anything that I want to cook out of any cookbook other than Paula Deen's cooking bible. I guess ooey gooey butter cake wouldn't count as 'clean eating'.


Sometimes when my iPod is on shuffle, I wonder how certain songs got on there. Clearly I have misjudged my taste in music or someone has stolen my iPod (again) and put some nice pre-teen justin bieber/one direction songs on there. Is it bad I like Chris Brown even though he slugged Rihanna? whatever, I'm never going to be within right hook range, so I'm okay with being that girl. I'm going to hell for jokes like this and some I'm not going to post on this blog.


Back in January, I downloaded the bible app on my android market, and I started reading one of the free devotionals from Joyce Myers and now I get an email every day from 'youversion' that are progressively getting more agressive. Like, it started out "hey you're 2 days behind" then they were like "hey, need some encouragement?" and now they're like "WE'RE PRAYING FOR YOUR SOUL. HOPE YOU DON'T GO TO HELL!" uh, Chill. Out.

ENOUGH.

Okay. anyways, I'm going to try my hardest to get the gym all 5 days this week because I want to be lazy as can be this weekend again. I seriously was probably out of my bed for maybe 2 hours on Saturday. I did do a bunch of crunches and bicycle kicks in my bed though during teen mom commercials (watching TM always makes me feel better about my life). I also read 4 books and napped, which was fabulous. Then Sunday I messed around in Asheville, almost bought a new dress in target and then saw Magic Mike again with becky, kalynn and kathy.

That's all for this installment of maybe bulimia could do you some good, tubby. I'm gonna try to think of some interesting things to say before thursdays post.

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(p.s. bulimia is no joke, but because I'm the most inappropriate person I know, I made it a joke. If you're offended, this blog isn't for you, just fyi.)

A league of my own.

I saw this quote on pinterest and it just felt like it fit right now. "it's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard...is what makes it great." It apparently came from "a league of their own" which I haven't seen (surprise) nor do I know what it is. But I liked it, thus the title of this blog "a league of my own". Sometimes I'm fairly sure there isn't another person on the planet as weird as me. Then I realize how funny I am and it all evens out somehow.

Yesterday was workout #17 and I'm kinda fighting the full-body soreness factor. Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away (not likely but a girl can dream). I know you all will be surprised to know the first thing we did was, you guessed it, squats. Then we did some arm stuff and some what I think were lunges and then a circuit. Which I'm begining to dislike almost as much as squats. It was 30/15 timing which, ladies and gentleman, take out your stopwatches or iphones, hit start and take about 4 deep breaths, and there you have it, that's what I got for recovery. It was cleans and presses, slams and vertical tosses, and the thing that I hated most about the vertical thing was you had to lock your knees, meaning you got no extra umph (I'm a very technical with my terms) and it was all arms/shoulders, which began to hurt by the second of three rounds. Which I'm feeling today as well. I guess that's a sign of progress being made but last night when I was in the shower, I was like forget this. When I was washing my hair, I just brought my head to my hands and moved my head around instead of moving my arms. You do what you gotta do. don't judge me.

as far as my diet goes...well. it's going. no where fast. I wish I wasn't so picky because it's hindering everything. I don't like my food to touch or be mixed together. Hopefully one day my tastebuds will grow up and I won't be stuck eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (without the crust...seriously, it does NOT taste 'just like the rest of the bread') and cereal more often than I'd care to admit. I'm going to be 23 this year (what?!) I guess I could act like somewhat of an adult.

Darin is off on vacation this week. which, you know what that means. when the cat's away the mice will play. Or not, I have strict instructions to go to the gym 3 times this week and I have a workout written out to go by. I also apparently should be using resistance on the bike when I just pedal for 20 minutes. who knew?! This week will be interesting, to say the least.

anyways, that's all for this installment of step away from the buffet, tubby! check back later to see if I'm able to get out of my chair without rolling in the floor first (sometimes when I'm really sore/tired, I just roll in the floor and lay there for a while before I get up. counterproductive at best, I know.).

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