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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