I feel like a dog that has been hit by a 18 wheeler then resuscitated and made to run a marathon.
seriously. I absolutely must be crazy as can be. I've decided to partner up with my good friend Jennifer Champion to work out twice a week at O3 with Darin, and continue my own 2 a week schedule. However, I did decide to hold off on the lap band/gastric bypass situation. I had decided to throw in the towel that particular day because I was mad I was still gaining/losing the same 4/10ths of a pound. I do need to give this more time and if I don't change the way I do things, the lap band won't really be of use and I read online about the bad side effects of gastric bypass...and I doubt any doctor would willingly do one on a (semi) able bodied 22 year old who has already lost 40 pounds. So, we'll see if 4 a week can shake things up enough to get me unstuck. Hopefully.
I've also made another decision. I'm just going to stop talking during my sessions with Darin. It seemed like every time I opened my mouth today, he was adding weight to whatever I was doing. We started out with a circuit of cleans and presses, bounce passes, push and presses and a stinkin' plank. that's just like a regular plank but with a lot more disgust in my voice. 30/15 timing, and I felt like I was going to die at the end of the second go around. Oh, also, doing a plank AFTER you do all the above, is enough to make your lunch reappear. I don't suggest trying it. There is no way on God's precious green earth I would have, had I not been forced. I seriously don't know who/how those came about. Like. Who just decided, hey, I'm gonna act like I'm a gonna do a push up, but I'll just stay with my arms locked instead. It's much more fun that way. Um no. Anyways, then we did these other things that I have no idea what they were but it was a shoulder thing. Which at this point I'm pretty sure he's out to destroy my shoulders forever. I did like 3 with no weight and he was like uh huh, too easy (too easy doesn't exist in my world...things are only pleasantly doable) so there was more weight added,then he put more on and I got about 5 out before my shoulders were like uh no ma'am! Then we did some straight arm pulls and these other things that were supposed to work my biceps, but I didn't feel anything. He asked me if I felt it, and then proceeded to tell me not to tell him what I think he wanted to hear, which, it's like he can read my mind sometimes. So,unfortunately I was honest and ended up with a different bar/more weight. He was standing there thinking aloud, and said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results, so what activity we could do to remedy the situation? I suggested taking a nap. That was shot down within a matter of seconds. Another case in which I should have taken a vow of silence. We then changed the bar to a rope thing and repeated the exercise and I felt it then. A lot. Then we moved over to the mats, and did this thing where I passed a big red stability ball from my legs to my hands, using my legs. First of all, I felt like a beached whale trying to make it's way back to the ocean. Secondly,it made my stomach hurt real bad. It basically felt like that ball had 50 pounds of concrete or one of the Duggar children in it by the end of the second set. Then we did some seated rows, which my favorite part of that exercise is the "seated" part. That was "all" we did in the way of exercise, then we stretched. Which, I'm not sure if it's really supposed to hurt but my hamstrings were feeling it. Speaking of feeling it, I was washing my Hagrid like hair tonight, and I had to wash sections at a time because my shoulders would start burning/shaking when I would try to wash my hair for more than 10 seconds at a time. I know Darin reads this, so, read this. you suck. Not really, but just until my shoulders stop hurting. Sadly, I think the worst is yet to come. Anyways, he gave me these two protein bars that I'm feeling pretty suspicious of. I know one of them has a picture of cake on the front which, I may have been born at night but it wasn't last night. I HIGHLY doubt it tastes like the cake on the front. I'm telling myself to shut up and have an open mind, but we'll see. we'll seeeeeeeee. I'm not one to try new things so easily. A small part of me says just to say there were gross and save myself the gagging/heartache to come. Open mind. Open mind. Open mind.
I doubt I'll be able to blog after every single workout when I start 4/week...but I'll try. This is kind of therapeutic for me. I say way more here than I ever would in the gym, and I love making people laugh. Speaking of. Driving home from my workout, I was getting down with my bad self to an oldddd lil john song (snap ya fingers, if anyone is interested) and for some reason I basically forgot that people could you know, see me, and I was stopped at the red light on Ashland ave,right at the ABCCM when I looked over and saw a group of people waiting to go in laughing at me. At this point, I probably should have been embarrassed, but for some reason I just laughed. I'm sure those people needed a laugh more than I needed my dignity. My post workout good mood was in full swing, so I was loving life.
Anywho, it's way past my bed time. It's 7:53 at the time of this writing. Hopefully I'll get to be off all weekend again and maybeeee go to boot camp but I don't know. It kind of kicks my social anxiety up a few or 8 notches. We'll see though. Open mind. that's what I need.
the end.
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