so lets go ahead and get this out of the way. Professional boxer will never be an acceptable career choice for me. Which is an acceptable loss. More on that in a minute.
Let me also say this, my boot camp wound isn't as insignificant as I had lead you all to believe. I mean, my wounds generally heal slow (I guess I should mention that to Dr. Moore at some point) but it looks like I've scraped it. It also just shows what a spaz I am, but it is what it is. I've never claimed my middle name was grace. It's Kaitlin, for all of you who are interested, which by my guess is approximately zero.
So, anyways, I had to park on the hill today because all the dance moms had taken over the parking lot, which meant I had to walk UP the hill after the workout. Yeah, I'm lazy, don't act surprised that was an annoyance to me and warranted mentioning in this post. I walked on the treadmill which was a feat in and of itself because my right leg is still sore. I think what had happened is that during boot camp when I was doing the surrenders/step ups/etc, I was leading with my right leg,the entire time. It hurt to breathe on Sunday morning after boot camp. Seriously. Everything hurt. Moving on, we did a nice little warm up and squats for "therapeutic purposes" (there is never an acceptable time or reason for squats in my book) because my hamstrings are so ridiculously tight. Apparently my knees (involuntarily) buckle/come in, which is a sign of weakness in some muscles. Good thing he knows all this stuff. But we did dead lifts per our usual and then this set of 3 exercises for some hip muscles that were kinda weird. I put these things on my ankles and he connected them to this pulley thing and I don't even know. I didn't really feel much. Then we did this "Jane Fonda" thing which I had to google who she was and she is a creeeeep. Seriously. I'm not a fan. Anyways, these things on the floor, then hip tilts which were weird/not my jam. I had a coordination issue with those too. Anyways. then we moved on to boxing. Which in my humble opinion was a massive fail. all aboard the fail boat. toooooooooooooooot tooooooooooooooooooot.
First of all, I legit am not one to get angry easily, so throwing punches doesn't come naturally to me. It seems like nothing comes naturally to me. I'd be an easy target if any of my blog followers ever want to throw down. He starts telling me this scenario like I'm out drinking and get belligerent and all this craziness that will never happen, and then said you're supposed to turn yourself sideways to reduce the amount of important organs that someone can hit and you hold your right arm like this and it was just a mess for me. I apparently looked nervous/like a deer in the headlights because he asked me if I was nervous. Kind of, but I mostly just felt like a jackass. My hands were shaking a little because that's what happens when my social anxiety kicks in. I also drop my arms a lot, making me an easy target for a shot straight to the money maker (my massive face, which by the way looks like I have meth sores because I have zits every where). Then we did this thing where I basically followed him around hitting his hands. I stilllllllllllllllllllllllllllll felt like a giant retard. I'm not quick, by any means, and I'm not really all that strong. It also took me like 5 minutes to get a drink of water because those gloves were ridiculous and I'm less coordinated than a mentally retarded 3 legged donkey. Let's just say outside of O3, boxing is really out for me....it really wasn't IN for me at O3 haha. I didn't hate it, which is probably what this sounds like. Muhammad Ali, I am not. As my friend Matt says, I'm more of a show pony than a work horse.
Also, I don't know what in the world is going on with me and my metabolism but I'm real tired of it. I'm basically never hungry or thirsty. I've read enough articles on the internet/in school to know that you have to eat to lose weight, I really do, but I legit am not hungry and eating when you aren't hungry doesn't work for me. Today I had some apple jacks which, actually have 20 calories less for 1/4 of a cup MORE cereal than special K, and there's only like 2 grams of protein and 1 gram of sugar difference. I loooooooooove apple jacks too. Anyways, and I had a handful of chips and salsa from moes for lunch, and then for dinner I had some eggs and turkey sasuage. Darin said if he could follow me around and force feed me 2500 calories a day, he would. As, uh, pleasant as that sounds, I guess that means I need to eat more. Which is harder than it sounds because I doubt he wants me to eat more calories of chicken nuggets from mcdonalds, which, if that's the case, consider it done. He gave me another kind of powder to mixup and drink. It's "vanilla slam" flavored....here's to hoping it doesn't taste like vanilla road kill on a 110 degree day. I feel like I'm gonna be stuck at this 40lb mark forever and ever amen.
Anyways, that's really all I have to say. Other than I have a dentist appointment in like a month that I was just reminded of. Ughhh. I'd rather let the real Muhammad Ali give me a right hook to the jaw and knock my teeth out than have to go have mine cleaned haha. Ok. I need to get myself ready for bed. I haven't been sleeping a whole ton lately. I'll go to bed at like 9 then end up tossing and turning at 3am. Hopefully I can get back on a regular schedule soon. ENOUGH. I'm done rambling.
:)
Let me also say this, my boot camp wound isn't as insignificant as I had lead you all to believe. I mean, my wounds generally heal slow (I guess I should mention that to Dr. Moore at some point) but it looks like I've scraped it. It also just shows what a spaz I am, but it is what it is. I've never claimed my middle name was grace. It's Kaitlin, for all of you who are interested, which by my guess is approximately zero.
So, anyways, I had to park on the hill today because all the dance moms had taken over the parking lot, which meant I had to walk UP the hill after the workout. Yeah, I'm lazy, don't act surprised that was an annoyance to me and warranted mentioning in this post. I walked on the treadmill which was a feat in and of itself because my right leg is still sore. I think what had happened is that during boot camp when I was doing the surrenders/step ups/etc, I was leading with my right leg,the entire time. It hurt to breathe on Sunday morning after boot camp. Seriously. Everything hurt. Moving on, we did a nice little warm up and squats for "therapeutic purposes" (there is never an acceptable time or reason for squats in my book) because my hamstrings are so ridiculously tight. Apparently my knees (involuntarily) buckle/come in, which is a sign of weakness in some muscles. Good thing he knows all this stuff. But we did dead lifts per our usual and then this set of 3 exercises for some hip muscles that were kinda weird. I put these things on my ankles and he connected them to this pulley thing and I don't even know. I didn't really feel much. Then we did this "Jane Fonda" thing which I had to google who she was and she is a creeeeep. Seriously. I'm not a fan. Anyways, these things on the floor, then hip tilts which were weird/not my jam. I had a coordination issue with those too. Anyways. then we moved on to boxing. Which in my humble opinion was a massive fail. all aboard the fail boat. toooooooooooooooot tooooooooooooooooooot.
First of all, I legit am not one to get angry easily, so throwing punches doesn't come naturally to me. It seems like nothing comes naturally to me. I'd be an easy target if any of my blog followers ever want to throw down. He starts telling me this scenario like I'm out drinking and get belligerent and all this craziness that will never happen, and then said you're supposed to turn yourself sideways to reduce the amount of important organs that someone can hit and you hold your right arm like this and it was just a mess for me. I apparently looked nervous/like a deer in the headlights because he asked me if I was nervous. Kind of, but I mostly just felt like a jackass. My hands were shaking a little because that's what happens when my social anxiety kicks in. I also drop my arms a lot, making me an easy target for a shot straight to the money maker (my massive face, which by the way looks like I have meth sores because I have zits every where). Then we did this thing where I basically followed him around hitting his hands. I stilllllllllllllllllllllllllllll felt like a giant retard. I'm not quick, by any means, and I'm not really all that strong. It also took me like 5 minutes to get a drink of water because those gloves were ridiculous and I'm less coordinated than a mentally retarded 3 legged donkey. Let's just say outside of O3, boxing is really out for me....it really wasn't IN for me at O3 haha. I didn't hate it, which is probably what this sounds like. Muhammad Ali, I am not. As my friend Matt says, I'm more of a show pony than a work horse.
Also, I don't know what in the world is going on with me and my metabolism but I'm real tired of it. I'm basically never hungry or thirsty. I've read enough articles on the internet/in school to know that you have to eat to lose weight, I really do, but I legit am not hungry and eating when you aren't hungry doesn't work for me. Today I had some apple jacks which, actually have 20 calories less for 1/4 of a cup MORE cereal than special K, and there's only like 2 grams of protein and 1 gram of sugar difference. I loooooooooove apple jacks too. Anyways, and I had a handful of chips and salsa from moes for lunch, and then for dinner I had some eggs and turkey sasuage. Darin said if he could follow me around and force feed me 2500 calories a day, he would. As, uh, pleasant as that sounds, I guess that means I need to eat more. Which is harder than it sounds because I doubt he wants me to eat more calories of chicken nuggets from mcdonalds, which, if that's the case, consider it done. He gave me another kind of powder to mixup and drink. It's "vanilla slam" flavored....here's to hoping it doesn't taste like vanilla road kill on a 110 degree day. I feel like I'm gonna be stuck at this 40lb mark forever and ever amen.
Anyways, that's really all I have to say. Other than I have a dentist appointment in like a month that I was just reminded of. Ughhh. I'd rather let the real Muhammad Ali give me a right hook to the jaw and knock my teeth out than have to go have mine cleaned haha. Ok. I need to get myself ready for bed. I haven't been sleeping a whole ton lately. I'll go to bed at like 9 then end up tossing and turning at 3am. Hopefully I can get back on a regular schedule soon. ENOUGH. I'm done rambling.
:)
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