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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