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!
:)
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!
:)
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