Once upon a treadmill.

So. Here comes another installment of why is she still blogging?!

How much fun can be packed in 45 minutes time? well, I'll tell you. Really though. The rational part of my brain says W.T.F. is wrong with you?! like, why do you look forward to this?! and then the "I want to be skinny" part of my brain says, um because you've lost 45 pounds and you've never lost 45 pounds in your whole life! also, you're beginning to feel kinda strong. You couldn't have found a better personal trainer if you interviewed half of America, nor a better gym than O3.

I did a lot today. A lot. Once upon a treadmill, we started with walking on an incline (here's where the finger gun to my head happens) and then after so long, I left the treadmill running, got off, then did 10 squats (here's where I have a finger gun to my temple, and one in my mouth), got back on for longer, and I think we bumped up the incline (no gracias) and then got off again, did 10 squats, then bumped up the speed (again, no gracias) then we did 20 seconds of kettlebell swings, more treadmill, then kettlebell swings again. then we were finally done with that. I have a partner sesh with Jennifer tomorrow and I'd realllllllllllllllllllllly rather we not repeat that. Then we moved on to this thing I forgot what he called, but you lay down on the ground, and take a 12lb weight and hold it up, then let it fall back above your head, I mean, you control it on the way down above your head. Then you pull it back up, then do a CPR style crunch with it. I got like 8 of those before I was having issues with my right shoulder. It felt like it was popping and it wasn't my jam. Then I think we did these things called "windmills" which, I'm going to start a "I dont know how I feel about this" list of exercises that are automatically given a "7" on the 1-10 scale and they're going to be #1 and I think the exercise we did before that are going to be #2. Darin finally figured out that a 7 is my default answer when I don't really have an answer. You can't go too low on the scale or you get more weight/reps, and if you go too high, he generally doesn't buy what you're selling. Moving on before I sing like a caged bird and tell all my secrets, I'm trying to remember what came after that. It all kinda ran together. I think after those we did some push ups. I really wish I knew how to say "I hate push ups" in spanish because I would. I'd ask Rebecca but I'm pretty sure she failed her spanish midterm today. Sisterly encouragement at it's finest. Anyways, just a little extra something to convey how sick I am of them. I seriously don't want to push anything anywhere anytime anyplace ever again. Especially my body weight because God knows there's enough of that to push. SERIOUSLY. I really just feel like typing it again for emphasis. OVER. THEM. Anyways, then we did these plank to pikes or something. He lost me at "plank", but you get in a low plank position (insert finger gun) and then you like roll up on your toes where your hips are in the air, but I was just trying not to fall over and crash down like Godzilla destroying New York. My blog is all out of order today because we did so much. We did some standing leg curls, which I didn't hate. They were kinda weird but I didn't hate them which is as good as it gets with me. Then we did this thing where you take a plate weight and lift it up where you can see through the hole, then back down, then this thing that was like a reverse curl and then you pushed it above your head. If you thought I'd be done after that, you would be wrong. Then. I got on the bike and had to pedal half a mile for time. It was like 1 minute 35 seconds, and then we did some more of those stupid curl/press things (my shoulders/arms were over it) then I got back on the bike and did another half mile with more resistance (yeah, I saw that!) and then that was the grand finale. He said I looked pissed/sick, but I was neither of the two. I should probably work on looking a little more happy. I really wasn't mad. Tired was more the word I would use. Well. exhausted. I'm planning on a before 8pm bedtime. Lets not judge. I'm really just a 23 year old baby. I tell my mom sometimes that I'm just a 276 month old baby. She agrees. which, by the way, that's a TON of months. I'm old.

Anyways, I just finished my third bottle of water, and by third bottle I mean third 32 ounce bottle. I'm going to put in a work order to move my office to the bathroom tomorrow. Too far? I don't know. People tell me they love my blog because of my honesty, and well there it is. I've also had like 800 calories already today of good food. And today is the first day since I can't tell you when that I've eaten no fast food/take out. I had honey nut cheerios for breakfast, a banana, then an open faced sandwich with chicken on it, a cup of pineapples, sun chips (one of the 100 calories bags) and a granola bar. Rebecca's kind soul is making grilled chicken and brown rice. Here's to hoping she doesn't burn the house down. I know what some of you are thinking, instead of being snarky about it, why dont you go help? well the answer is simple. I'm lazy.

And that's all the snarky I have left in me for today. I have a headache (I feel like it's a caffeine/not having a soft drink one), and well, I just need to eat dinner before my muscle soreness sets in because I feel like I won't be able to life my fork soon(is that a bad thing? maybe not) but tomorrow is gonna be one of those days I need to make an extended straw to drink out of my water bottle. The race to eat dinner, shower, and get in bed is on.

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd I'm out.

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