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).
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