Imagine me saying that like the guy from the Saw movies. I feel like today's boot camp could have been part of one of the movies. Just kidding. Kind of. There was a lot of complaining and whining, from me mostly.
Today was different in that we played a "game" instead of having what Natalie calls "centers". We took a deck of cards and each suit had a exercise associated with it. I don't remember what was what but it was burpees, prison squats, mountain climbers and v-ups. The number card you drew was the number of reps. The ace means a minute of said exercise. Clever. There was a small amount of mercy shown in that everyone had 1 veto, but when I say small amount, I mean a small amount... you had to choose another exercise to do instead. Which got sketchy because there aren't a ton of exercises that I love that a group can do. I wish "resting" was an exercise. I felt like at one point Darin had removed the low number cards because we kept getting 9s and 10s and I'm not good with cards. But it felt like a lot. I asked if he had removed the low cards and he didn't, so he claimed. I feel like we weren't playing with a full deck. Take that as you will. At one point Darin got a veto, which, I feel like there should be rules. Like you have to participate to get the veto power. But unfortunately I do not make the rules. We did 2, 10 second negative push ups. First of all, that's a realllllllllly long time. But at least it wasn't prison squats. There were plenttttyyyy of those. Plenty. Natalie, Amber, Becky and I were grouped up on the red mats. When we did v-ups we made a star formation. Cute little stuff like that makes me happy haha, you do what you gotta do to survive. Though at the end we did a 30 second plank and my mat slipped out from under my feet and I came down kinda hard. That was a less than optimal dismount from a plank.
I burned 502 calories from boot camp before 9:30am. So I mean, at least my workout was out of the way and I feel like I did okay. I'm really tired and Rebecca and I both had a few choice words today getting out of the car at home haha. My legs are feeling kinda sketchy, but hopefully a nice nap will cure all. But I doubt it.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Games, Spanish and lots-o-squats
Here at a chance to start over, we all know my life's goal is well, I don't have a life's goal. I just like to write, and be different and God knows I've got the "different" part down.
Lets play a word association game. I'm gonna say a word and then I'm gonna say another word. Or a phrase because we all know I'm not a one word kind of girl.
Squats; suck.
3 point rows; heavy.
Dead lifts; I'd rather be dead.
Tabata rounds; I wish it was the bread.
Planks; maybe I could walk the plank instead.
Cable incline flys; suckage at a level that is unfit for words.
Lat pull downs; el favorito. That's Spanish for my favorite. Just kidding. El means the, but favorito I just made up. I know "el taxicons aqui" is broken Spanish for "cabs are here!", Jersey shore quotes in another language, for the win!
Maybe next post I'll write a poem.
Darin was right though, I will rue the day I got that heart rate monitor. During the 100lb dead lift/squat superset today, instead of going by time for rest we went by my heart rate. I don't know if y'all know or not but 140 isn't a "resting" heart rate. I thought I was gonna get dead during those dead lifts. We did a Tabata round at the end and I'm fairly sure I'm not spelling that right, and my phone keeps changing it to "tabitha" rounds so I may just leave it like that. Stupid iPhone. Just kidding, I love my phone and I have small panic attacks when I misplace it. Anyways it was medicine ball slams, cleans and presses, prison squats and a plank. I'm beginning to kind of like cleans and presses. But I still hate squats.
Also can we please talk about how beast-ish Wed-today has been? Yesterday I did 3 separate workouts. Baaaaad choice. I feel like hell. I did legs yesterday morning, then Jennifer and I did shoulders + 20 minutes on the bikes THEN 50 minutes of Zumba which lets also be clear, was my JAM. It was really hard and my heart rate never got below 160. Ever. We did gangam (idk how to spell that mess) and soulja boy, and a couple of songs that I feel like would have been playing at papas and beer or la caretta, your choice of Mexican deliciousness. There was one song that was basically just squats and nothing else. That one was my least favorite as you all probably could have guessed. My goal while I'm at the Y is at least to try all the classes like "CSI" (cardio strength intervals) and boot camp and power pump. They also have a intro to cycling and yoga classes I'm somewhat interested in trying. I feel better about trying stuff now that I know I'm somewhat able to keep up. I feel like if I can survive boot camp at O3, a 30 minute power pump class won't be the end of me. I mean I could be wrong but I'm hoping I'm not haha. Also there's a workout class in the shallow end of the pool! Which means the chances of me drowning because I can't swim decrease drastically. Whoooo! I just need someone to go with me because obviously I'm 3 can't go anywhere alone. I know I may have said this before but really. I know how cliche it sounds but having a workout partner like Jennifer has made all the difference. Someone who knows how you feel and can be like um hey you're not the only one! And someone to tell you to at least TRY the 15lbs on the seated shoulder press is invaluable. She was a champ at Zumba and I would have never gone alone. Yesterday I burned 1,055 calories. Then when I got home I had a protein shake because the hell if I was eating anything to mess up the work I just did. Then I slept for 10 hours and didn't wake up once. It was a small slice of heaven.
And get this. People noticing my weight loss happens from time to time, especially if i haven't seen them in a while, but it made my entire day when Natalie hugged me and said "Nessie you feel so small!", no one has ever said that to me haha. Not that I'm small by any means, but smaller than previously is a good thing too.
Anyways. Boot camp tomorrow! I wish I was as excited as that sentence made it sound haha. Oh. And my mom got this thing called "yonanas" for Christmas that turns frozen fruit into soft serve ice cream. I called bullshit to begin with but I've seen the error of my ways. This banana is my favorite. It really does taste like ice cream and I don't know how that works. Magic I guess.
That's all for now. Tune in next time for another post filled with snark, bitching, bragging and random things you probably didn't even want to know.
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Lets play a word association game. I'm gonna say a word and then I'm gonna say another word. Or a phrase because we all know I'm not a one word kind of girl.
Squats; suck.
3 point rows; heavy.
Dead lifts; I'd rather be dead.
Tabata rounds; I wish it was the bread.
Planks; maybe I could walk the plank instead.
Cable incline flys; suckage at a level that is unfit for words.
Lat pull downs; el favorito. That's Spanish for my favorite. Just kidding. El means the, but favorito I just made up. I know "el taxicons aqui" is broken Spanish for "cabs are here!", Jersey shore quotes in another language, for the win!
Maybe next post I'll write a poem.
Darin was right though, I will rue the day I got that heart rate monitor. During the 100lb dead lift/squat superset today, instead of going by time for rest we went by my heart rate. I don't know if y'all know or not but 140 isn't a "resting" heart rate. I thought I was gonna get dead during those dead lifts. We did a Tabata round at the end and I'm fairly sure I'm not spelling that right, and my phone keeps changing it to "tabitha" rounds so I may just leave it like that. Stupid iPhone. Just kidding, I love my phone and I have small panic attacks when I misplace it. Anyways it was medicine ball slams, cleans and presses, prison squats and a plank. I'm beginning to kind of like cleans and presses. But I still hate squats.
Also can we please talk about how beast-ish Wed-today has been? Yesterday I did 3 separate workouts. Baaaaad choice. I feel like hell. I did legs yesterday morning, then Jennifer and I did shoulders + 20 minutes on the bikes THEN 50 minutes of Zumba which lets also be clear, was my JAM. It was really hard and my heart rate never got below 160. Ever. We did gangam (idk how to spell that mess) and soulja boy, and a couple of songs that I feel like would have been playing at papas and beer or la caretta, your choice of Mexican deliciousness. There was one song that was basically just squats and nothing else. That one was my least favorite as you all probably could have guessed. My goal while I'm at the Y is at least to try all the classes like "CSI" (cardio strength intervals) and boot camp and power pump. They also have a intro to cycling and yoga classes I'm somewhat interested in trying. I feel better about trying stuff now that I know I'm somewhat able to keep up. I feel like if I can survive boot camp at O3, a 30 minute power pump class won't be the end of me. I mean I could be wrong but I'm hoping I'm not haha. Also there's a workout class in the shallow end of the pool! Which means the chances of me drowning because I can't swim decrease drastically. Whoooo! I just need someone to go with me because obviously I'm 3 can't go anywhere alone. I know I may have said this before but really. I know how cliche it sounds but having a workout partner like Jennifer has made all the difference. Someone who knows how you feel and can be like um hey you're not the only one! And someone to tell you to at least TRY the 15lbs on the seated shoulder press is invaluable. She was a champ at Zumba and I would have never gone alone. Yesterday I burned 1,055 calories. Then when I got home I had a protein shake because the hell if I was eating anything to mess up the work I just did. Then I slept for 10 hours and didn't wake up once. It was a small slice of heaven.
And get this. People noticing my weight loss happens from time to time, especially if i haven't seen them in a while, but it made my entire day when Natalie hugged me and said "Nessie you feel so small!", no one has ever said that to me haha. Not that I'm small by any means, but smaller than previously is a good thing too.
Anyways. Boot camp tomorrow! I wish I was as excited as that sentence made it sound haha. Oh. And my mom got this thing called "yonanas" for Christmas that turns frozen fruit into soft serve ice cream. I called bullshit to begin with but I've seen the error of my ways. This banana is my favorite. It really does taste like ice cream and I don't know how that works. Magic I guess.
That's all for now. Tune in next time for another post filled with snark, bitching, bragging and random things you probably didn't even want to know.
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Changes.
Christmas is officially over, thank God. Love my family but I don't like the pressure and guilt and all that comes with holidays.
Santa brought the best gift ever. A polar watch, but he brought the FT1 which doesn't track calories. So I acted as an elf and went back to Dicks sporting goods and got the ft4 and its my jam. It comes with a chest strap, and the HR monitor is actually really accurate. I kinda dont love the chest strap thing but hopefully I will get used to it. Though today when my heart rate hit 300, Darin and I both thought I was about to turn into the hulk or just explode and die. Turns out I'm a moron and had it displaying the calories haha.
Anyways. Today's workout was awesome. Especially in spite of the fact I hadn't worked out since Friday. Because life happens and I'm lazy. Anyways. Today started out with a 2 round treat of bird dogs, squats, a 30 second plank and some donkey kicks (that's what I call them). Then we did 2 merry go rounds of a seated row, plié squats with a heavy as hell kettlebell, the hulks and step ups with 20lb dumbbells. My shoulders are tired. Then we ended the party with the push and press, straight leg raises and boot strappers. That wasn't my jam by any means but I'm trying to complain less especially seeing as I took a 4 day hiatus and went to eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted and not exercising.
I joined the Y today (the rush was a horrible idea) and tomorrow morning at 630 there's an "early bird" class, that's apparently a full body circuit with weights, steps (my favorite -_-) and resistance bands. Hopefully my social anxiety won't keep me from going. Though. Honestly I never in my life thought I would get up that early to go to a workout, much less working out twice in one day. I got a Lily Pulitzer planner for Christmas and I've been writing down all the calories burned and workouts I've done. Which basically boils down to "I wrote down what I did today." Tomorrow though, I get back on track. I haven't drank an entire Nalgene bottle of water in weeks. Weeks. Which is no bueno and possibly what my kidneys are hurting again.
Things have changed a lot since June. Really. And it's so weird to me and especially when I notice them. Right now my biggest things are my ability to walk what used to feel like "long distances" without being winded or tired. Also, my pants are getting entirely too loose. Which is nice but a nuisance.
Anyways. I'm also kind of tired of blogging. So I may or may not continue, mostly because sometimes believe it or not I don't have a ton to say. That's all I have for now, other than I really need it to stop snowing.
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Santa brought the best gift ever. A polar watch, but he brought the FT1 which doesn't track calories. So I acted as an elf and went back to Dicks sporting goods and got the ft4 and its my jam. It comes with a chest strap, and the HR monitor is actually really accurate. I kinda dont love the chest strap thing but hopefully I will get used to it. Though today when my heart rate hit 300, Darin and I both thought I was about to turn into the hulk or just explode and die. Turns out I'm a moron and had it displaying the calories haha.
Anyways. Today's workout was awesome. Especially in spite of the fact I hadn't worked out since Friday. Because life happens and I'm lazy. Anyways. Today started out with a 2 round treat of bird dogs, squats, a 30 second plank and some donkey kicks (that's what I call them). Then we did 2 merry go rounds of a seated row, plié squats with a heavy as hell kettlebell, the hulks and step ups with 20lb dumbbells. My shoulders are tired. Then we ended the party with the push and press, straight leg raises and boot strappers. That wasn't my jam by any means but I'm trying to complain less especially seeing as I took a 4 day hiatus and went to eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted and not exercising.
I joined the Y today (the rush was a horrible idea) and tomorrow morning at 630 there's an "early bird" class, that's apparently a full body circuit with weights, steps (my favorite -_-) and resistance bands. Hopefully my social anxiety won't keep me from going. Though. Honestly I never in my life thought I would get up that early to go to a workout, much less working out twice in one day. I got a Lily Pulitzer planner for Christmas and I've been writing down all the calories burned and workouts I've done. Which basically boils down to "I wrote down what I did today." Tomorrow though, I get back on track. I haven't drank an entire Nalgene bottle of water in weeks. Weeks. Which is no bueno and possibly what my kidneys are hurting again.
Things have changed a lot since June. Really. And it's so weird to me and especially when I notice them. Right now my biggest things are my ability to walk what used to feel like "long distances" without being winded or tired. Also, my pants are getting entirely too loose. Which is nice but a nuisance.
Anyways. I'm also kind of tired of blogging. So I may or may not continue, mostly because sometimes believe it or not I don't have a ton to say. That's all I have for now, other than I really need it to stop snowing.
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Friday, December 21, 2012
Well that was disappointing.
First of all, I'm somewhat disappointed that the power hasn't even gone out, with all this end of the world bullshit going on. The Myans need to get it together. I don't know what I'm saying or if they even still exist. I'm also annoyed its snowing. Winter is hands down the worst season ever. I need to move somewhere its sunny all year, and no natural disasters occur. I don't do tornados, hurricanes or mud slides either.
Today's workout was good times, kinda. If you haven't seen "shit women say to personal trainers" on YouTube, go watch. Then come back and you'll understand what I'm about to say. We started off with a 3 round not merry at all go round of 10 push ups and inverted rows. With no rest between anything. ALL WE DO IS PUSH UPS. seriously though I hate push ups. Then we did the squat and row and straight arm pulls and tricep pulls. Which my triceps still weren't feeling 100% from Wednesday. Darin said it best when he said the squat and row is like doing a wall sit without the benefit of the wall, and then rowing. Which I was telling Jennifer today, I would like to try like canoeing (is that a word?) but I'm afraid I would sink said canoe, then in turn because I can't swim, I would drown. So that's maybe something I could consider in the summer when beaver lake isn't frozen and I felt like a life jacket would fit around me. Anyways, then we moved on to standing on the damn bosu ball (it's not a stinkin ball. It's half of one) and doing bicep curls. On a scale of 1-fuck this, it was a solid I wish I had a knife to deflate this half of a ball or slit my wrists. Either way would have been cool with me. then we did the 45 degree lat pull down which is still my jam. Except my arms and back were and are tired. Supersetted with a friggen plié squat. Seriously. Fuck that. I hate squats with every fiber of my being and if I never do another one it will be entirely too soon. Then we did a plank, straight leg raises, crunches, 20 seconds of flutter kicks and these side to side crunches that made me feel like I was dying, in somewhat of a good way. It takes more to make me feel stuff now. Like more weight/reps.
I know all of the above makes me sound like I'm bitching, and I am. But this is still hard for me, and sometimes I just don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to go back to the way I was before with no activity and no thought to what I ate but I miss not having to do things I don't want to do. I have the princess mentality, and I get it. But this is a really hard thing to do, working out like there's no tomorrow (bad end of the world puns, for the win!) and trying to not gain weight and dealing with life. The world doesn't stop because I have things to do. Right now I'm focused more on not gaining, and I'm telling myself that if I can't get it together for "big" meals like dinner, through the day there's no snacking and I'm gonna drink a ton of water. I may be wrong with that thought process but at least it's not like I'm drinking a 2 liter of Mountain Dew (the way God intended man to hydrate themselves) during the day and eating a bag of Cheetos. Hopefully that's not what I like to call "fat girl trickery" where I trick myself (more like convince myself) that what I'm doing isn't all THAT bad when I know it is. My goal for this small break (I don't see Darin again till wednesday) is to make it to the gym at least twice, and not gain 61 pounds. I found a arm workout after consulting the google that I want to try. Except I'm not sure how its gonna work seeing as apparently the number of reps is lower because the weight is supposed to be heavier. Darin also said pushing to failure should happen, which I don't like (princess problems at their finest). I just don't like not being able to finish what I start. Annnnd I feel like people at the gym judge me when that happens, and when I put weight on the bar. Last time this little Asian boy who had on weight lifting gloves while he was squatting (I'm not an expert on them but I feel like you don't need those during that particular exercise) told me "I've never seen a girl work so hard in the gym" and then he said "if you need help lifting the weights (to put them on the bar for a chest press) I can help". So thanks to this little 80lb boy, he just confirmed my imaginary audience isn't so imaginary. I also feel like that was a backhanded compliment. Anyways. I'm not sure what the point of the story is, other than I'm still really bad at this whole gym thing and life is tough, haha.
Anyways. My arms shake anytime I try to put them above my head so I'm going to have to be creative when I wash my hair tonight. And if the world doesn't end tonight (there's still time!) I have to do my Christmas shopping tomorrow with the rest of Asheville. Though. I did find this shirt in target today and came thiiiiis close to getting it. I'm gonna make like a banana and split. Which sounds delicious right now. Ok. I'm out. ✌
Today's workout was good times, kinda. If you haven't seen "shit women say to personal trainers" on YouTube, go watch. Then come back and you'll understand what I'm about to say. We started off with a 3 round not merry at all go round of 10 push ups and inverted rows. With no rest between anything. ALL WE DO IS PUSH UPS. seriously though I hate push ups. Then we did the squat and row and straight arm pulls and tricep pulls. Which my triceps still weren't feeling 100% from Wednesday. Darin said it best when he said the squat and row is like doing a wall sit without the benefit of the wall, and then rowing. Which I was telling Jennifer today, I would like to try like canoeing (is that a word?) but I'm afraid I would sink said canoe, then in turn because I can't swim, I would drown. So that's maybe something I could consider in the summer when beaver lake isn't frozen and I felt like a life jacket would fit around me. Anyways, then we moved on to standing on the damn bosu ball (it's not a stinkin ball. It's half of one) and doing bicep curls. On a scale of 1-fuck this, it was a solid I wish I had a knife to deflate this half of a ball or slit my wrists. Either way would have been cool with me. then we did the 45 degree lat pull down which is still my jam. Except my arms and back were and are tired. Supersetted with a friggen plié squat. Seriously. Fuck that. I hate squats with every fiber of my being and if I never do another one it will be entirely too soon. Then we did a plank, straight leg raises, crunches, 20 seconds of flutter kicks and these side to side crunches that made me feel like I was dying, in somewhat of a good way. It takes more to make me feel stuff now. Like more weight/reps.
I know all of the above makes me sound like I'm bitching, and I am. But this is still hard for me, and sometimes I just don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to go back to the way I was before with no activity and no thought to what I ate but I miss not having to do things I don't want to do. I have the princess mentality, and I get it. But this is a really hard thing to do, working out like there's no tomorrow (bad end of the world puns, for the win!) and trying to not gain weight and dealing with life. The world doesn't stop because I have things to do. Right now I'm focused more on not gaining, and I'm telling myself that if I can't get it together for "big" meals like dinner, through the day there's no snacking and I'm gonna drink a ton of water. I may be wrong with that thought process but at least it's not like I'm drinking a 2 liter of Mountain Dew (the way God intended man to hydrate themselves) during the day and eating a bag of Cheetos. Hopefully that's not what I like to call "fat girl trickery" where I trick myself (more like convince myself) that what I'm doing isn't all THAT bad when I know it is. My goal for this small break (I don't see Darin again till wednesday) is to make it to the gym at least twice, and not gain 61 pounds. I found a arm workout after consulting the google that I want to try. Except I'm not sure how its gonna work seeing as apparently the number of reps is lower because the weight is supposed to be heavier. Darin also said pushing to failure should happen, which I don't like (princess problems at their finest). I just don't like not being able to finish what I start. Annnnd I feel like people at the gym judge me when that happens, and when I put weight on the bar. Last time this little Asian boy who had on weight lifting gloves while he was squatting (I'm not an expert on them but I feel like you don't need those during that particular exercise) told me "I've never seen a girl work so hard in the gym" and then he said "if you need help lifting the weights (to put them on the bar for a chest press) I can help". So thanks to this little 80lb boy, he just confirmed my imaginary audience isn't so imaginary. I also feel like that was a backhanded compliment. Anyways. I'm not sure what the point of the story is, other than I'm still really bad at this whole gym thing and life is tough, haha.
Anyways. My arms shake anytime I try to put them above my head so I'm going to have to be creative when I wash my hair tonight. And if the world doesn't end tonight (there's still time!) I have to do my Christmas shopping tomorrow with the rest of Asheville. Though. I did find this shirt in target today and came thiiiiis close to getting it. I'm gonna make like a banana and split. Which sounds delicious right now. Ok. I'm out. ✌
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Pre-apocalypse workouts.
So I think the world is officially ending on Friday. So no Christmas shopping for me! just kidding. My mom needs something nice for not killing me in 23 years. It's basically a world record. "Putting up with the half ton teens smart mouth and attitude for 23 years" should be in the Guinness book of world records. Anyways.
Today's workout was fun-ish. I really wish the person who decided to make squats an exercise, myself and a revolver were in a back ally somewhere desolate. We started out with a misery go round of these prance-like lateral steps, prison squats (side note. I wouldn't care to go to a minimum security prison, it seems like summer camp and at least I would have some squats to do in the "yard" that were appropriately named. I watch prison documentaries a lot so if I ever so go to prison I could fit in), then it's equally hated and equally a squat like cousin, the push and press then pistons. Then we did some dead lifts. Then cleans and presses and planks. My everything was shaking during that. My legs still effin hurt. STILL. 3 DAYS LATER. For the love of all that is good and holy. Then we did some step back lunges. My balance is terrible and I hate anything that requires it. And anything called a lunge. Then we did abs. My non existent muscle group. We did these straight leg raises where we held 25 pound plate weights up and did them. Darin acted like we were gonna do brace squats with them. My first thought was please God let that be a joke. It was. Every time I did a squat or squat like motion, my hamstrings felt like they were ripping. Then we did some transverse crunches and CPRs. I feel like Jesus can do his own CPR at this point. All I really want to do at this point it lay down and sleep for a few or 27 hours. Tomorrow is 3/3 and the last partner session for a while. My hands hurt and they have callouses. I know what you're thinking. Get some weight lifting gloves. Alas. That would be right but I really feel like a retarded gang banger in gloves without the fingers. So I'll ruin my dainty hands, I guess. Get this though. Should I ever go to Afghanistan, they would know I wasn't part of the Taliban and wouldn't kill me. That's how they tell if you're one of them or undercover. Village people have tough hands from working and the Taliban-ians don't. They have soft hands. That's what I read somewhere on the Internet. And we all know the Internet can't lie. Also. My back muscles are sore but not any of the rest of my arms which is perfectly fine by me but I'm surprised.
Anyways. I'm off to do something. No I'm not. I'm laying on my couch, relaxing all cool, shooting some bball, I thought I was cool. Ok. I'm not Will Smith and I really am done. ✌
Today's workout was fun-ish. I really wish the person who decided to make squats an exercise, myself and a revolver were in a back ally somewhere desolate. We started out with a misery go round of these prance-like lateral steps, prison squats (side note. I wouldn't care to go to a minimum security prison, it seems like summer camp and at least I would have some squats to do in the "yard" that were appropriately named. I watch prison documentaries a lot so if I ever so go to prison I could fit in), then it's equally hated and equally a squat like cousin, the push and press then pistons. Then we did some dead lifts. Then cleans and presses and planks. My everything was shaking during that. My legs still effin hurt. STILL. 3 DAYS LATER. For the love of all that is good and holy. Then we did some step back lunges. My balance is terrible and I hate anything that requires it. And anything called a lunge. Then we did abs. My non existent muscle group. We did these straight leg raises where we held 25 pound plate weights up and did them. Darin acted like we were gonna do brace squats with them. My first thought was please God let that be a joke. It was. Every time I did a squat or squat like motion, my hamstrings felt like they were ripping. Then we did some transverse crunches and CPRs. I feel like Jesus can do his own CPR at this point. All I really want to do at this point it lay down and sleep for a few or 27 hours. Tomorrow is 3/3 and the last partner session for a while. My hands hurt and they have callouses. I know what you're thinking. Get some weight lifting gloves. Alas. That would be right but I really feel like a retarded gang banger in gloves without the fingers. So I'll ruin my dainty hands, I guess. Get this though. Should I ever go to Afghanistan, they would know I wasn't part of the Taliban and wouldn't kill me. That's how they tell if you're one of them or undercover. Village people have tough hands from working and the Taliban-ians don't. They have soft hands. That's what I read somewhere on the Internet. And we all know the Internet can't lie. Also. My back muscles are sore but not any of the rest of my arms which is perfectly fine by me but I'm surprised.
Anyways. I'm off to do something. No I'm not. I'm laying on my couch, relaxing all cool, shooting some bball, I thought I was cool. Ok. I'm not Will Smith and I really am done. ✌
Monday, December 17, 2012
Row, row, row, row and row your boat.
My legs feel like really tight rubber bands. They're still hurting from boot camp! Which, either means I've done something really right or really wrong.
Today's working was probably by far the best one ever. The ONLY thing I didn't like was the introduction of the foam roller. Seriously. The best way I can describe that is like laying down on a pair of really sharp scissors and rolling around on them. I do not want to repeat that, ever. Then we moved on to strictly upper body which is my jam. We did shoulder presses, seated rows and some kind of pull downs, and the weight got increased every single time. Mostly because I really still suck at this whole "how was that?" game. I don't know if I should judge based on if I feel like I can do 2 more sets, how I feel during each set, etc. It's stressful, and anything that required brain cells today wasn't happening. So I just shrugged my shoulders. Then we did straight arm pulls, the incline press and bent over rows. The weights all got increased because I continued to shrug my shoulders. Then we did some standing rows and what is now referred to as the "I want to go home" rows, or triceratops row. I don't know the musclehead/correct name. But my arms were really tired on the way home haha. I did a lot of rowing today. But, on the standing rows, I noticed there were a lot of weights on it. Apparently 120lbs of weight. Which. I know I probably didn't look one bit excited but I am. That's a ton of weight. And I can move it. I feel really strong and that's a new feeling for me. I love it and I really couldn't be more pleased. It's a nice way to end the day.
Anyways. I'm thinking I should shower before my muscle fatigue really sets in and I just have to stand there and try to muscle up the strength to wash my hair haha. Really though. Tomorrow morning may not be the most pleasant experience. Also. It's a week until Christmas Eve and I haven't done one bit of shopping per my usual. The world is also supposed to end Friday I think. Either way is fine with me.
Annnnd I'm out ✌
Today's working was probably by far the best one ever. The ONLY thing I didn't like was the introduction of the foam roller. Seriously. The best way I can describe that is like laying down on a pair of really sharp scissors and rolling around on them. I do not want to repeat that, ever. Then we moved on to strictly upper body which is my jam. We did shoulder presses, seated rows and some kind of pull downs, and the weight got increased every single time. Mostly because I really still suck at this whole "how was that?" game. I don't know if I should judge based on if I feel like I can do 2 more sets, how I feel during each set, etc. It's stressful, and anything that required brain cells today wasn't happening. So I just shrugged my shoulders. Then we did straight arm pulls, the incline press and bent over rows. The weights all got increased because I continued to shrug my shoulders. Then we did some standing rows and what is now referred to as the "I want to go home" rows, or triceratops row. I don't know the musclehead/correct name. But my arms were really tired on the way home haha. I did a lot of rowing today. But, on the standing rows, I noticed there were a lot of weights on it. Apparently 120lbs of weight. Which. I know I probably didn't look one bit excited but I am. That's a ton of weight. And I can move it. I feel really strong and that's a new feeling for me. I love it and I really couldn't be more pleased. It's a nice way to end the day.
Anyways. I'm thinking I should shower before my muscle fatigue really sets in and I just have to stand there and try to muscle up the strength to wash my hair haha. Really though. Tomorrow morning may not be the most pleasant experience. Also. It's a week until Christmas Eve and I haven't done one bit of shopping per my usual. The world is also supposed to end Friday I think. Either way is fine with me.
Annnnd I'm out ✌
Saturday, December 15, 2012
I didn't see that coming.
So. Yesterday I had a horrendous day, and an attitude to match. I knew going to workout would probably make me even less tolerable, so I text Darin and he actually let me off the hook. With basically a promise to appear at boot camp. Which brings me to today.
When I woke up this morning, I was really disoriented because I hadn't been to boot camp in like 5 weeks and couldn't figure out what that ringing sound was, why I was so cold or where my hairbow was... until I was like oh, snap. That's my alarm and I'm supposed to go to boot camp. Anyways, I ate some peanut butter toast on whole wheat bread in my bed (don't judge me) and then went and picked up my friend Jer. Rebecca, Jer and I were the only 3 boot camp participants, which was nice. Anyways, we started off with some stretches, and a round of squats, a plank and mountain climbers. Then we got down to business and there were 8 stations, and let me say this. I TOLD Rebecca last night, "I haven't had to do any surrenders in a long, long time. I bet we'll do them tomorrow" and station #1? surrenders. It's like I'm Miss Cleo. Not really, because I didn't see the rest of boot camp coming haha. From there, there were bicycle crunches, sumo jump squats, brace squats, step back lunges with an overhead press, inverted rows, incline press and offset fronts and sides. I started with surrenders and this shocked me to my core. They weren't nearly as hard as I remember. Now. Granted, I didn't hold the bar over my head, but they were actually #1 on my list of most hated exercises ever. Which, now I have a new number one. But anyways, I'll tell you what I did hate. Going from sumo jump squats to brace squats and then the lunges. That was leg hell confined to a gym. I also have something shocking to say, which I may later regret posting on my blog but right now I feel pretty good about my life. I didn't hate the brace squats. At all. IF I had to do a squat, I would 100x rather do those than even plain old body weight squats. While I'm talking about squats, efffffffff some sumo jump squats. A)whales can't jump. B)they're really hard. Also. I told myself today before I went in the gym, "Nessie. you didn't work out yesterday so you have no excuse for half assing anything, don't automatically grab for the lightest weight. there's no point in being here if you're not trying". I guess it worked haha. On the incline press today, the first round I used 20s, and then I decided to at least give the 25s a shot, I could always drop them if they're too heavy. Nope. not too heavy. I mean, it was challenging and the last 2 reps I realllllllllllly had to push, and once on the way down I caught myself in the throat. But you win some, you lose some. and by lose some I mean a wind pipe. After we did 2 somewhat merry go rounds of that, we did abs. whooo. I don't have abs. I think I'm missing those muscles. We did some regular crunches with your legs in the air, straight leg raises, transverse crunches and v-ups or whatever. That was all I had left in the tank. Today was leg heavy. I know I may be bragging and other people can do more reps than I did with more weight, but I think today was the best I've done so far. I felt like I did kick ass, and I'm happy with the way it turned out. Which is weird because I never thought I'd be happy with boot camp. I didn't see that coming. at allllllllllll.
Anyways. I guess I should actually get some stuff done today. I feel like I've been awake foreverrrrrr. and 2 hours. Hopefully I'll be able to walk tomorrow, but that's still up in the air. Jer, Becky and I planned on the gym tomorrow. My legs feel really weak right now. Like at any moment it's going to be what I like to call the "invisible gunshot" where you're just walking and you take a tumble because your legs can't hold you. I've never actually hit the floor, I usually catch myself but today may be the day. I dropped my keys in my office and used a broom handle to get them because the hell if I'm squatting down to pick them up. Anyways, here's to hoping. I'm out!
When I woke up this morning, I was really disoriented because I hadn't been to boot camp in like 5 weeks and couldn't figure out what that ringing sound was, why I was so cold or where my hairbow was... until I was like oh, snap. That's my alarm and I'm supposed to go to boot camp. Anyways, I ate some peanut butter toast on whole wheat bread in my bed (don't judge me) and then went and picked up my friend Jer. Rebecca, Jer and I were the only 3 boot camp participants, which was nice. Anyways, we started off with some stretches, and a round of squats, a plank and mountain climbers. Then we got down to business and there were 8 stations, and let me say this. I TOLD Rebecca last night, "I haven't had to do any surrenders in a long, long time. I bet we'll do them tomorrow" and station #1? surrenders. It's like I'm Miss Cleo. Not really, because I didn't see the rest of boot camp coming haha. From there, there were bicycle crunches, sumo jump squats, brace squats, step back lunges with an overhead press, inverted rows, incline press and offset fronts and sides. I started with surrenders and this shocked me to my core. They weren't nearly as hard as I remember. Now. Granted, I didn't hold the bar over my head, but they were actually #1 on my list of most hated exercises ever. Which, now I have a new number one. But anyways, I'll tell you what I did hate. Going from sumo jump squats to brace squats and then the lunges. That was leg hell confined to a gym. I also have something shocking to say, which I may later regret posting on my blog but right now I feel pretty good about my life. I didn't hate the brace squats. At all. IF I had to do a squat, I would 100x rather do those than even plain old body weight squats. While I'm talking about squats, efffffffff some sumo jump squats. A)whales can't jump. B)they're really hard. Also. I told myself today before I went in the gym, "Nessie. you didn't work out yesterday so you have no excuse for half assing anything, don't automatically grab for the lightest weight. there's no point in being here if you're not trying". I guess it worked haha. On the incline press today, the first round I used 20s, and then I decided to at least give the 25s a shot, I could always drop them if they're too heavy. Nope. not too heavy. I mean, it was challenging and the last 2 reps I realllllllllllly had to push, and once on the way down I caught myself in the throat. But you win some, you lose some. and by lose some I mean a wind pipe. After we did 2 somewhat merry go rounds of that, we did abs. whooo. I don't have abs. I think I'm missing those muscles. We did some regular crunches with your legs in the air, straight leg raises, transverse crunches and v-ups or whatever. That was all I had left in the tank. Today was leg heavy. I know I may be bragging and other people can do more reps than I did with more weight, but I think today was the best I've done so far. I felt like I did kick ass, and I'm happy with the way it turned out. Which is weird because I never thought I'd be happy with boot camp. I didn't see that coming. at allllllllllll.
Anyways. I guess I should actually get some stuff done today. I feel like I've been awake foreverrrrrr. and 2 hours. Hopefully I'll be able to walk tomorrow, but that's still up in the air. Jer, Becky and I planned on the gym tomorrow. My legs feel really weak right now. Like at any moment it's going to be what I like to call the "invisible gunshot" where you're just walking and you take a tumble because your legs can't hold you. I've never actually hit the floor, I usually catch myself but today may be the day. I dropped my keys in my office and used a broom handle to get them because the hell if I'm squatting down to pick them up. Anyways, here's to hoping. I'm out!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Squat-a-thon Thursday.
Unlike yesterday, today was a squatting free for all. A squat-a-thon if you will. Split squats.Body weight squats. Plié squats. The squat and row. While we all know how much I just love squats, today I was ready to hurl myself off the top of the building and call it a loss. All I'm saying about that is I better have some BANGIN legs when all is said and done. God knows using my body weight for squats is plenttttyyyy. Except. How does this work? I'm losing weight. Shouldn't this be easier?! It wasn't. I'm all out of order today because I'm all over the place. I'm just gonna hit the highlights. Like when we did chest presses and I couldn't finish all 10 of either set. Failure. I hate that, because I'm such a type A personality. I remember every time I can't do stuff. Like in June, when we were doing squats (surprise), and I couldn't finish the last 2 of the last set. It was session #5 I believe. Moving on. We did some cleans and presses and pistons and bent over rows, oh my. My shoulder blade muscles are hurting as I type this post haha. We did some bridges and then Jennifer performed a circus side show act and read my mind. Darin said "I want you to do 15 boot strappers" and Jennifer said I bet you do. That was the first thing that popped in my head. Then we did 15 more. My quads hurt. That's muscle head speak for my legs. Or you know, anyone with basic anatomy knowledge speak. We did a really long warm up today. Instep lunges, total body extensions, a plank, mountain climbers, split squats on each leg and body weight squats. If that sounds like a lot, well it was and I am really tired. That was a 100% ass kicking workout.
Also, I've drank enough water to drown a whale today. I don't know what that means other than I shouldn't still be dehydrated.
Anyways. I'm not really sure I'm gonna be able to walk tomorrow. That isn't a joke. Every time I try to sit down without just completely falling and destroying the furniture Godzilla style, my legs shake like a cup of jello in an earthquake. Oh well. 6 months ago I legit wouldn't have been able to do this. That my friends, is called looking at the bright side of things.
Ok. It's bed time. Ho has to work, workout and take her daddy out for a belated birthday dinner tomorrow! And oddly enough I'm not dreading any of the above tomorrow. I'll leave you with more pictures. You're welcome. Again. :)
Also, I've drank enough water to drown a whale today. I don't know what that means other than I shouldn't still be dehydrated.
Anyways. I'm not really sure I'm gonna be able to walk tomorrow. That isn't a joke. Every time I try to sit down without just completely falling and destroying the furniture Godzilla style, my legs shake like a cup of jello in an earthquake. Oh well. 6 months ago I legit wouldn't have been able to do this. That my friends, is called looking at the bright side of things.
Ok. It's bed time. Ho has to work, workout and take her daddy out for a belated birthday dinner tomorrow! And oddly enough I'm not dreading any of the above tomorrow. I'll leave you with more pictures. You're welcome. Again. :)
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Christmas miracles.
hello friends.
I have for sale/trade 2 gently used kidneys. They've served me well the past 23 years but right now they're causing me nothing but pain and a headache. And 15$ payroll deducted to see my doctor at staff health because I'm cheap and refused to pay 40$ for a copay to see my PMD. Just kidding. though, I think sunday night I would have gladly cut myself from gut to gill to get them to stop hurting. Which, if this is anything like my daddy felt when he was on dialysis, I couldn't imagine living like that. Anyways, I'm on the mend thankfully. Kidney infections suck. I was out of work and the gym for 2 days and I missed the gym 100x more than I missed work.
However. get this. So. I get up this morning and weighed myself. I have 2 scales at home (don't judge me) one is electronic and the other is like the ones at the doctors office. I got on and slid everything over to around what it had been for the past week, and lo and behold, I had lost weight. I pushed it back by another pound. Still too heavy. another pound. still too heavy. At this point I wasn't 100% sure I wasn't being punk'd. That Ashton Kutcher wasn't about to pop out of my dryer with a tv crew. 6 pounds later, I'm down 61 pounds. Um I'm sorry WHAT? that was my first reaction. Then I made Rebecca weigh me because I thought my arms being up moving the slider things would be the issue. nope. Though, I haven't eaten much because the combonation of antibiotics I'm on upsets my stomach, but I really didn't think I'd done 6 pounds worth of not eating. I also check my BMI on a regular basis, mostly just to see the change, and I've went from 51 to 42. It's still fatty fatty 2x4 status, but not as much as before. Though apparently it's all fluid. Which means it all 6 may come back. Fingers crossed it doesn't. I mean my food and water intake hasn't been up to par lately and by up to par I mean I haven't drank enough water to keep an infant alive. But when you feel like barbed wire is coming out of your insides when you go to the bathroom you generally avoid water. Which is counter productive at best.
Anyways. Darin asked me to write a plug/honest evaluation for his personal trainerness and so I'll include the link his website, so you all can read it. Seriously. It's 100% honest. I couldn't be happier with the choice I made to hire him as my trainer. He made today #squatfreewednesday which was all I ever dreamed of but to be honest, had today been 100 squats Wednesday, I would have still written exactly what I did. Though this was like an early Christmas miracle.
http://www.fivestarrfitness.com/blog/2012/12/vanessa-f/
I'm technically challenged so you're gonna either have to copy and paste that into your browser or go to my Facebook for the link.
Coming back to workout today may have been premature. We started out with 3 rounds of a dead lift, Romanian dead lift, step ups and the incline press. Round 3 started off slow and by the time I got to the step ups, I had to bail halfway through because I was fairly sure my lunch was going to make a reappearance. It didn't, thankfully, but my stomach wasn't happy. Then we moved on to cardio. Instep lunges, a 30 second plank, crunches and medicine ball slams. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Then we did some bird dogs and some glute kickbacks, stretched and called it a day. Now I'm laying in my car resting while Rebecca works out. My stomach still feels like someone put my stomach in a blender and mashed "purée" and now I'm thirsty as all get out. This cranberry grape juice I mixed with a little water isn't cutting it.
Anyways. I will be in my bed from the time I get home until I have to get up for work tomorrow. But first. To find some clean water. I say that like I'm in Africa and have to go find water in a hole and carry it back on my head while I sing some song like on The Jungle Book. But no. By clean water I mean not city water. And below are pictures I find amusing and the cutest kitten in the world. You're welcome.
I have for sale/trade 2 gently used kidneys. They've served me well the past 23 years but right now they're causing me nothing but pain and a headache. And 15$ payroll deducted to see my doctor at staff health because I'm cheap and refused to pay 40$ for a copay to see my PMD. Just kidding. though, I think sunday night I would have gladly cut myself from gut to gill to get them to stop hurting. Which, if this is anything like my daddy felt when he was on dialysis, I couldn't imagine living like that. Anyways, I'm on the mend thankfully. Kidney infections suck. I was out of work and the gym for 2 days and I missed the gym 100x more than I missed work.
However. get this. So. I get up this morning and weighed myself. I have 2 scales at home (don't judge me) one is electronic and the other is like the ones at the doctors office. I got on and slid everything over to around what it had been for the past week, and lo and behold, I had lost weight. I pushed it back by another pound. Still too heavy. another pound. still too heavy. At this point I wasn't 100% sure I wasn't being punk'd. That Ashton Kutcher wasn't about to pop out of my dryer with a tv crew. 6 pounds later, I'm down 61 pounds. Um I'm sorry WHAT? that was my first reaction. Then I made Rebecca weigh me because I thought my arms being up moving the slider things would be the issue. nope. Though, I haven't eaten much because the combonation of antibiotics I'm on upsets my stomach, but I really didn't think I'd done 6 pounds worth of not eating. I also check my BMI on a regular basis, mostly just to see the change, and I've went from 51 to 42. It's still fatty fatty 2x4 status, but not as much as before. Though apparently it's all fluid. Which means it all 6 may come back. Fingers crossed it doesn't. I mean my food and water intake hasn't been up to par lately and by up to par I mean I haven't drank enough water to keep an infant alive. But when you feel like barbed wire is coming out of your insides when you go to the bathroom you generally avoid water. Which is counter productive at best.
Anyways. Darin asked me to write a plug/honest evaluation for his personal trainerness and so I'll include the link his website, so you all can read it. Seriously. It's 100% honest. I couldn't be happier with the choice I made to hire him as my trainer. He made today #squatfreewednesday which was all I ever dreamed of but to be honest, had today been 100 squats Wednesday, I would have still written exactly what I did. Though this was like an early Christmas miracle.
http://www.fivestarrfitness.com/blog/2012/12/vanessa-f/
I'm technically challenged so you're gonna either have to copy and paste that into your browser or go to my Facebook for the link.
Coming back to workout today may have been premature. We started out with 3 rounds of a dead lift, Romanian dead lift, step ups and the incline press. Round 3 started off slow and by the time I got to the step ups, I had to bail halfway through because I was fairly sure my lunch was going to make a reappearance. It didn't, thankfully, but my stomach wasn't happy. Then we moved on to cardio. Instep lunges, a 30 second plank, crunches and medicine ball slams. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Then we did some bird dogs and some glute kickbacks, stretched and called it a day. Now I'm laying in my car resting while Rebecca works out. My stomach still feels like someone put my stomach in a blender and mashed "purée" and now I'm thirsty as all get out. This cranberry grape juice I mixed with a little water isn't cutting it.
Anyways. I will be in my bed from the time I get home until I have to get up for work tomorrow. But first. To find some clean water. I say that like I'm in Africa and have to go find water in a hole and carry it back on my head while I sing some song like on The Jungle Book. But no. By clean water I mean not city water. And below are pictures I find amusing and the cutest kitten in the world. You're welcome.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Around and around we go.
welcome back to your regular programming of snark and complaints. And me taking up blog space rambling about my life. But I got a really nice response to my 55 post, which, thank you all for that :) to celebrate losing 55lbs I'm eating a pack of nutter butter cookies as I write this post. Put your guns down, that's a joke. I make those from time to time. Though joking about eating cookies on a blog about losing weight is generally punishable by death. Moving on.
Today there aren't that many complaints other than I'm really tired and I still hate doing squats. Today was tricky. We started out with a merry go round of the incline press, a seated row and cleans and presses. Though things kept changing. Like Instead of the 10lbs during the first round of cleans and presses, I got a 12.5, then because I really just can't keep my mouth shut sometimes, I moved up from 15 to a 20lb on the incline press. Luckily I love the incline press and I use 15s when I go to missions gym, and I think the seated row went up 10lbs too. I believe we did 3 rounds of that. Then. Here's where it gets tricky. We did a less than merry go round, more like a blow my brains out round of effin bosu ball burpees and the squat and press with the cables. The bosu ball burpees aren't on my list of 5 exercises I hate, but that stinkin squat is. Actually, squats are #2 on my list, and it's an umbrella item that covers any kind of squat imaginable. Hack squats, goblet squats, plié squats, the stupid squats with the cables, the push and press, anything that has a squat in it is covered by that term and it's a safe bet to assume I would rather do pretty much anything else than squat. Including chewing razor blades and then swishing with pure alcohol. That little go round was pretty high up on the scale of 1-fuck this. I only had to do it twice though. So I mean there was SOME mercy shown. Then we did step ups with a kick back and lateral hops. We rounded out the party with 3 rounds of the lat pull down, straight arm pulls and face pulls. I actually love all the above. My top 5 favorite exercises are the incline press, dumb bell flys, the hulks, 45 degree lat pull downs and shoulder presses. I have yet to find a lower body exercise I love. Though, get this. So I went to the gym Wednesday and it was crowded as allllllll get out. But I was like I'm here. Might as well do something. I bought this fitness Rx magazine in the gift shop because Nicole Wilkins was in it and I love her. But this exercise has this super formal sounding name, but obviously I changed it, but the picture is below (its not Nicole doing, I don't know who that girl is) and I call them supermans. My posterior chain hurt from Tuesday and doing those didn't help matters but I really was lovin life, and I think they're lower body. Anyways, I like them. Which probably means I'm doing them wrong. Also. When I'm "done" and I've reached my goal weight and all that jazz, I want to look like this girl (picture below) except I kinda don't think that will work seeing as my back looks like I got in a fight with Edward Scissorhands and lost. I have one long scar from the base of my neck to the small of my back an then about a 8 inch scar on my right hip where they took a bone graft. Cute, I know. Actually I'm really self conscious about them. But anyways, that's not the point. The point is, this I need muscles like this.
I feel like we cram a lot in to 45 minutes. And it's weird to think about how my definition of a successful gym trip has changed. Like how much I got done on Wednesday on what I would call an off day and how much I did on a good day back in June or July is a night and day difference.
I'm home alone for the weekend and I am thrilled! I got 3 books from the library today (see below) and that's my plan for the weekend. With maybe a gym trip and some food involved. I laid in the car and read the first 80 pages of "the end of your life book club" while Rebecca worked out with Darin and when I got out to go in I was in what I call a "book coma". It's where I get so involved in a book, and start reading and lose track of time (had I not set an alarm on my phone I would have never went inside O3) and forget the world keeps on going while that happens haha. That's actually how my eyes went so bad, so says my eye doctor. When I was in elementary school through like 8th grade I would stay up past my bedtime and read in the dark. I mean like pitch black. That's the price you pay I guess haha.
Now that I've rambled enough to keep you all busy for a good 20 minutes, I'm going to read until I fall asleep. I'm ouuuut!
Today there aren't that many complaints other than I'm really tired and I still hate doing squats. Today was tricky. We started out with a merry go round of the incline press, a seated row and cleans and presses. Though things kept changing. Like Instead of the 10lbs during the first round of cleans and presses, I got a 12.5, then because I really just can't keep my mouth shut sometimes, I moved up from 15 to a 20lb on the incline press. Luckily I love the incline press and I use 15s when I go to missions gym, and I think the seated row went up 10lbs too. I believe we did 3 rounds of that. Then. Here's where it gets tricky. We did a less than merry go round, more like a blow my brains out round of effin bosu ball burpees and the squat and press with the cables. The bosu ball burpees aren't on my list of 5 exercises I hate, but that stinkin squat is. Actually, squats are #2 on my list, and it's an umbrella item that covers any kind of squat imaginable. Hack squats, goblet squats, plié squats, the stupid squats with the cables, the push and press, anything that has a squat in it is covered by that term and it's a safe bet to assume I would rather do pretty much anything else than squat. Including chewing razor blades and then swishing with pure alcohol. That little go round was pretty high up on the scale of 1-fuck this. I only had to do it twice though. So I mean there was SOME mercy shown. Then we did step ups with a kick back and lateral hops. We rounded out the party with 3 rounds of the lat pull down, straight arm pulls and face pulls. I actually love all the above. My top 5 favorite exercises are the incline press, dumb bell flys, the hulks, 45 degree lat pull downs and shoulder presses. I have yet to find a lower body exercise I love. Though, get this. So I went to the gym Wednesday and it was crowded as allllllll get out. But I was like I'm here. Might as well do something. I bought this fitness Rx magazine in the gift shop because Nicole Wilkins was in it and I love her. But this exercise has this super formal sounding name, but obviously I changed it, but the picture is below (its not Nicole doing, I don't know who that girl is) and I call them supermans. My posterior chain hurt from Tuesday and doing those didn't help matters but I really was lovin life, and I think they're lower body. Anyways, I like them. Which probably means I'm doing them wrong. Also. When I'm "done" and I've reached my goal weight and all that jazz, I want to look like this girl (picture below) except I kinda don't think that will work seeing as my back looks like I got in a fight with Edward Scissorhands and lost. I have one long scar from the base of my neck to the small of my back an then about a 8 inch scar on my right hip where they took a bone graft. Cute, I know. Actually I'm really self conscious about them. But anyways, that's not the point. The point is, this I need muscles like this.
I feel like we cram a lot in to 45 minutes. And it's weird to think about how my definition of a successful gym trip has changed. Like how much I got done on Wednesday on what I would call an off day and how much I did on a good day back in June or July is a night and day difference.
I'm home alone for the weekend and I am thrilled! I got 3 books from the library today (see below) and that's my plan for the weekend. With maybe a gym trip and some food involved. I laid in the car and read the first 80 pages of "the end of your life book club" while Rebecca worked out with Darin and when I got out to go in I was in what I call a "book coma". It's where I get so involved in a book, and start reading and lose track of time (had I not set an alarm on my phone I would have never went inside O3) and forget the world keeps on going while that happens haha. That's actually how my eyes went so bad, so says my eye doctor. When I was in elementary school through like 8th grade I would stay up past my bedtime and read in the dark. I mean like pitch black. That's the price you pay I guess haha.
Now that I've rambled enough to keep you all busy for a good 20 minutes, I'm going to read until I fall asleep. I'm ouuuut!
Thursday, December 6, 2012
55.
So. It's been approximately 6 months since I started this whole journey/blog back in June. It seems like everything has happend so fast and so insanely slow all at the same time. First of all, I can't believe it's already December. It really does seem like 2 weeks ago I was thinking "what am I doing?!" in the parking lot at O3 back in June. So much has changed. In honor of losing 55 pounds, I compiled a list of 55 things that have changed/I've learned in the past 6 months. Some may be sarcastic/cynical (what?!) but there are some real heartfelt things in here, however few and far between those are :) So don't judge me.
1. No one has ever died from doing too many squats.
2. Mountain Dew is something I can live without. I may not want to, but it's not essential to my daily diet.
3. Being able to buy clothes that I actually like is really, really fun. Maybe not so great for my bank account, but fun nonetheless.
4. Going to the gym doesn't actually burn calories. It's what you do in the gym that does.
5. Using the stairs has become almost second nature. There have been times I've actually been in the stairwell at the hospital and realized I could have used the elevator.
6. It's okay to be proud of yourself and your accomplishments. Occasional bragging is healthy.
7. Everyone has their own ideas about how to lose weight and get healthy. You have to do what's best for you, and make the necessary sacrifices.
8. You have to MAKE time to exercise.
9. No matter what you choose in a drive through, it's not a good choice.
10. No one can want this more than you. If your heart isn't in it, and you aren't commited, it won't last.
11. Buying music to listen to during your cardio sessions on iTunes is an investment in yourself and your success :)
12. Ellipiticals are the most unnecessary piece of cardio equipment ever invented.
13. Never in my entire life did I think I would put ANYTHING back on the shelf at the grocery store because of the sugar content. Especially yogurt.
14. You'll never know until you try. Be it a 60 second plank, boxing or if you can cook talipia.
15. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and give broccoli a second chance.
16. It's a lot easier to spend 45 minutes in the gym doing things that maybe aren't so fun, than to wake up every day and hate what you see.
17. I'm capable of way more than I ever thought possible.
18. I prefer turkey burgers to ground beef hamburgers any day of the week.
19. I will never go back to the way it was with my diet and lack of exercise. Ever.
20. Boot camp isn't as scary as it sounds. wait. yes it is.
21. The scale doesn't always move as fast as I'd like, but progress isn't always measured in pounds.
22. Find inspiration wherever you can. I spend hours on pinterest on the health and fitness boards, and I'm an instacreep on instagram. Whatever it takes on the days I feel like giving up.
23. I make better choices when I have a plan. When I decided "I'll figure it out tomorrow", tomorrow turns in to a sugar filled free for all.
24. Crystal lite energy mixes are delicious (especially peach mango). But they really do give you energy and you will crash, hard, after you drink 4 of them.
25. Bosu balls are of the devil.
26. Comparison is the easiest way to get discouraged.
27. Sometimes you just need to eat a poptart and move on with your life.
28. Being sore isn't fun, but neither is being fat and lazy.
29. I feel better overall than I ever have before. Ever.
30. If I can do this, you (whoever may be reading this literary masterpeice) can too. It's not rocket science, but it does take hard work.
31. I need to buy stock in hairbows.
32. Having a professional in your corner (like Darin Starr) makes a world of difference.
33. Not getting winded and tired after 2 minutes of walking is nice.
34. It's okay to have a bad day, and it's okay to cry. It's not okay to quit.
35. One of the best feelings in the world is being able to wear clothes you never have been able to before. I was so happy, I literally cried in the dressing room at Gap.
36. Realizing that being significantly overweight raises my chances of having SO many disease. Especially diabetes, which is what caused my dad to need a kidney transplant.
37. Sometimes you just have to drop an f-bomb and move on.
38. Changing the names of exercises is fun.
39. You have to give exercises a second chance and be reasonable. I have a list of 5, and only 5, exercises I absolutely and truly hate. But I also have a list of 5+ exercises that I love. It's about balance!
40. Being able to see muscles when you aren't flexing (no matter how little) is one of the best feelings, ever.
41. Having this blog has been super therapeutic for me. I love to write and I love feedback about it! I know it's a blog filled with vulgarity, grammar issues and all that but it's my place to get out what I try to hold in.
42. Skeletoes get some SERIOUS stank to them, even if you wash them.
43. After a hard workout, sometimes you just need to lay in your bed and watch here comes honey boo boo. It will make you feel better about your life.
44. Getting up at 7:30 on a Saturday to go exercise is really, really hard. But I've never regretted it. I always regret when I don't go.
45. Portion sizes in restaurants are entirely too big.
46. You don't have to eat foods you don't like to lose weight. But you may have to readjust your taste and figure out if you truly don't like it or you just want something else.
47. Sweet tea isn't that much better of a choice than mountain dew.
48. I LOVE weight training. Love.
49. You can't be afraid to try something new. This whole process is new, and scary...but it's absolutely worth it.
50. One day at a time is the best motto.
51.There really is no better feeling than thinking "how am I still alive?!" after a workout.
52. I don't want to just be skinny. I want to be absolutely as strong as possible.
53. Picking up a 40lb kettle bell was a huuuuge reality check. I can barely lift it but I'm carrying that and more around all day every day. Wow.
54. I, in fact, will not wake up tomorrow 55 pounds heavier if I eat a cupcake.
55. I've realized that while having a personal trainer isn't for everyone, it was exactly what I needed to make the permanent changes I so desperately needed.
There you have it. 55 things that I have changed/learned in 6 months. I'm not gonna recap today's workout other than saying it was really a nice mix of everything. We did push ups and I think we all know I feel about those. Anyways, my 55 pounds lighter self needs to get in the shower. That's all for now! :)
1. No one has ever died from doing too many squats.
2. Mountain Dew is something I can live without. I may not want to, but it's not essential to my daily diet.
3. Being able to buy clothes that I actually like is really, really fun. Maybe not so great for my bank account, but fun nonetheless.
4. Going to the gym doesn't actually burn calories. It's what you do in the gym that does.
5. Using the stairs has become almost second nature. There have been times I've actually been in the stairwell at the hospital and realized I could have used the elevator.
6. It's okay to be proud of yourself and your accomplishments. Occasional bragging is healthy.
7. Everyone has their own ideas about how to lose weight and get healthy. You have to do what's best for you, and make the necessary sacrifices.
8. You have to MAKE time to exercise.
9. No matter what you choose in a drive through, it's not a good choice.
10. No one can want this more than you. If your heart isn't in it, and you aren't commited, it won't last.
11. Buying music to listen to during your cardio sessions on iTunes is an investment in yourself and your success :)
12. Ellipiticals are the most unnecessary piece of cardio equipment ever invented.
13. Never in my entire life did I think I would put ANYTHING back on the shelf at the grocery store because of the sugar content. Especially yogurt.
14. You'll never know until you try. Be it a 60 second plank, boxing or if you can cook talipia.
15. Sometimes you just have to suck it up and give broccoli a second chance.
16. It's a lot easier to spend 45 minutes in the gym doing things that maybe aren't so fun, than to wake up every day and hate what you see.
17. I'm capable of way more than I ever thought possible.
18. I prefer turkey burgers to ground beef hamburgers any day of the week.
19. I will never go back to the way it was with my diet and lack of exercise. Ever.
20. Boot camp isn't as scary as it sounds. wait. yes it is.
21. The scale doesn't always move as fast as I'd like, but progress isn't always measured in pounds.
22. Find inspiration wherever you can. I spend hours on pinterest on the health and fitness boards, and I'm an instacreep on instagram. Whatever it takes on the days I feel like giving up.
23. I make better choices when I have a plan. When I decided "I'll figure it out tomorrow", tomorrow turns in to a sugar filled free for all.
24. Crystal lite energy mixes are delicious (especially peach mango). But they really do give you energy and you will crash, hard, after you drink 4 of them.
25. Bosu balls are of the devil.
26. Comparison is the easiest way to get discouraged.
27. Sometimes you just need to eat a poptart and move on with your life.
28. Being sore isn't fun, but neither is being fat and lazy.
29. I feel better overall than I ever have before. Ever.
30. If I can do this, you (whoever may be reading this literary masterpeice) can too. It's not rocket science, but it does take hard work.
31. I need to buy stock in hairbows.
32. Having a professional in your corner (like Darin Starr) makes a world of difference.
33. Not getting winded and tired after 2 minutes of walking is nice.
34. It's okay to have a bad day, and it's okay to cry. It's not okay to quit.
35. One of the best feelings in the world is being able to wear clothes you never have been able to before. I was so happy, I literally cried in the dressing room at Gap.
36. Realizing that being significantly overweight raises my chances of having SO many disease. Especially diabetes, which is what caused my dad to need a kidney transplant.
37. Sometimes you just have to drop an f-bomb and move on.
38. Changing the names of exercises is fun.
39. You have to give exercises a second chance and be reasonable. I have a list of 5, and only 5, exercises I absolutely and truly hate. But I also have a list of 5+ exercises that I love. It's about balance!
40. Being able to see muscles when you aren't flexing (no matter how little) is one of the best feelings, ever.
41. Having this blog has been super therapeutic for me. I love to write and I love feedback about it! I know it's a blog filled with vulgarity, grammar issues and all that but it's my place to get out what I try to hold in.
42. Skeletoes get some SERIOUS stank to them, even if you wash them.
43. After a hard workout, sometimes you just need to lay in your bed and watch here comes honey boo boo. It will make you feel better about your life.
44. Getting up at 7:30 on a Saturday to go exercise is really, really hard. But I've never regretted it. I always regret when I don't go.
45. Portion sizes in restaurants are entirely too big.
46. You don't have to eat foods you don't like to lose weight. But you may have to readjust your taste and figure out if you truly don't like it or you just want something else.
47. Sweet tea isn't that much better of a choice than mountain dew.
48. I LOVE weight training. Love.
49. You can't be afraid to try something new. This whole process is new, and scary...but it's absolutely worth it.
50. One day at a time is the best motto.
51.There really is no better feeling than thinking "how am I still alive?!" after a workout.
52. I don't want to just be skinny. I want to be absolutely as strong as possible.
53. Picking up a 40lb kettle bell was a huuuuge reality check. I can barely lift it but I'm carrying that and more around all day every day. Wow.
54. I, in fact, will not wake up tomorrow 55 pounds heavier if I eat a cupcake.
55. I've realized that while having a personal trainer isn't for everyone, it was exactly what I needed to make the permanent changes I so desperately needed.
There you have it. 55 things that I have changed/learned in 6 months. I'm not gonna recap today's workout other than saying it was really a nice mix of everything. We did push ups and I think we all know I feel about those. Anyways, my 55 pounds lighter self needs to get in the shower. That's all for now! :)
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
60 seconds. 60 minutes. Same/same.
So. Today has been crazy as usual. My grandma is still in the hospital and she isn't doing well. It made me feel really selfish to go to O3 today and workout and continue on like nothing's happening.
Speaking of. Today was killer. In both senses of the word. I wanted to just stay on the bike and move on with my life but apparently that's not an option. We kicked the party off with some weird like step back lunges that weren't my jam. I have a hard enough time walking forward. So stepping back and all that was a mess. Then we did some glute kickbacks and some crab walking type thing where you do like a half squat and step side to side. Then we did some offset Romanian dead lifts, which are on my list of exercises I'd rather cause myself bodily harm than do. They generally make me sore for days. Days I tell you. 3 sets of 8 on each leg and by the end I was feeling like a giant elephant made of jello. Then we did a merry go round of 3 point rows with 20lbs. My first thought was umm heavy. Then we did straight arm pulls and the lat pull down. Good times were had by all. No really though. It was all heavy-ish but I like those exercises. Jennifer and I kept losing count of what we were doing. Then we got the workout giggles when Jennifer essentially made a fart joke. Then we did step ups and regular Romanian dead lefts. I'm kinda over step ups because the light bulb finally came on today and its like you're perpetually walking up the stairs. I know what some of you are thinking. Wow this girl is stoopid. To those I say, at least I'm pretty. No but really. I don't know why that hasn't clicked before now. The grande finale was a plank. A 60 second plank. My first thought was really "SOMEBODY ate a big bowl of crazy as hell for breakfast this morning". Then I thought, well that was rude, but this wont end well. Then I said, stop it and stop it right now. I told myself (I talk to myself A LOT) my body won't go where my mind won't take it so suck it up. All you can do is try. And lo and behold, the heavens smiled down and I lasted all 60 seconds. Longest minute of my entire life. It felt like 60 minutes. I should be on an episode of 60 minutes. My life would make a really entertaining t.v show. But I was actually really excited about my plank. I still kinda am because I remember like the very first planks I did were like 20 seconds. That's 3x longer AFTER a workout. I think I'm allowed 2 minutes on the brag boat after all I've done. Toooooot tooooooot, bitches.
Today's food choices haven't been fabulous because I was stress eating. But after the workout Jennifer and I went to Zoe's kitchen and I got chicken roll ups. And this is SO weird to me but I ate 2 of the 4 chicken roll ups and half of the pasta salad and I was full. My fat brain said "um hello. You just paid 8 dollars for this" and my you want to be skinny brain said "STOP EATING" so I told Jennifer and she took my plate haha. It's just weird having food left which this makes me sound like a grade A fatty but I'm just being honest. That's how this works, there's no point in writing this blog if I'm gonna lie and be like oh my gosh this is so awesome all the time and I never eat junk food ever and I've lost 500lbs in 5 months and its the easiest thing I've ever done. No. This is actually the hardest thing I've ever done and some days I don't know if I can do it. The scale isn't moving a lot these days but I feel stronger, which counts for something.
Anyways. When I get on Instagram I become an instacreep. Below are pictures I find funny. You're welcome. Oh and the butter picture is legit. That's at Walmart and its $2.36. Don't judge. I have a weird memory and I remember things that nobody else does, like the price of Christmas tree shaped butter at Walmart. Also. The picture of "why do i go to the gym" is legit and the story of my life. the man with the mullet should be on a "welcome to madison county" sign. Anyways. I'm gonna make like a banana and split. Hahahahaha. I really do think that's funny. Okay. Enough.
Speaking of. Today was killer. In both senses of the word. I wanted to just stay on the bike and move on with my life but apparently that's not an option. We kicked the party off with some weird like step back lunges that weren't my jam. I have a hard enough time walking forward. So stepping back and all that was a mess. Then we did some glute kickbacks and some crab walking type thing where you do like a half squat and step side to side. Then we did some offset Romanian dead lifts, which are on my list of exercises I'd rather cause myself bodily harm than do. They generally make me sore for days. Days I tell you. 3 sets of 8 on each leg and by the end I was feeling like a giant elephant made of jello. Then we did a merry go round of 3 point rows with 20lbs. My first thought was umm heavy. Then we did straight arm pulls and the lat pull down. Good times were had by all. No really though. It was all heavy-ish but I like those exercises. Jennifer and I kept losing count of what we were doing. Then we got the workout giggles when Jennifer essentially made a fart joke. Then we did step ups and regular Romanian dead lefts. I'm kinda over step ups because the light bulb finally came on today and its like you're perpetually walking up the stairs. I know what some of you are thinking. Wow this girl is stoopid. To those I say, at least I'm pretty. No but really. I don't know why that hasn't clicked before now. The grande finale was a plank. A 60 second plank. My first thought was really "SOMEBODY ate a big bowl of crazy as hell for breakfast this morning". Then I thought, well that was rude, but this wont end well. Then I said, stop it and stop it right now. I told myself (I talk to myself A LOT) my body won't go where my mind won't take it so suck it up. All you can do is try. And lo and behold, the heavens smiled down and I lasted all 60 seconds. Longest minute of my entire life. It felt like 60 minutes. I should be on an episode of 60 minutes. My life would make a really entertaining t.v show. But I was actually really excited about my plank. I still kinda am because I remember like the very first planks I did were like 20 seconds. That's 3x longer AFTER a workout. I think I'm allowed 2 minutes on the brag boat after all I've done. Toooooot tooooooot, bitches.
Today's food choices haven't been fabulous because I was stress eating. But after the workout Jennifer and I went to Zoe's kitchen and I got chicken roll ups. And this is SO weird to me but I ate 2 of the 4 chicken roll ups and half of the pasta salad and I was full. My fat brain said "um hello. You just paid 8 dollars for this" and my you want to be skinny brain said "STOP EATING" so I told Jennifer and she took my plate haha. It's just weird having food left which this makes me sound like a grade A fatty but I'm just being honest. That's how this works, there's no point in writing this blog if I'm gonna lie and be like oh my gosh this is so awesome all the time and I never eat junk food ever and I've lost 500lbs in 5 months and its the easiest thing I've ever done. No. This is actually the hardest thing I've ever done and some days I don't know if I can do it. The scale isn't moving a lot these days but I feel stronger, which counts for something.
Anyways. When I get on Instagram I become an instacreep. Below are pictures I find funny. You're welcome. Oh and the butter picture is legit. That's at Walmart and its $2.36. Don't judge. I have a weird memory and I remember things that nobody else does, like the price of Christmas tree shaped butter at Walmart. Also. The picture of "why do i go to the gym" is legit and the story of my life. the man with the mullet should be on a "welcome to madison county" sign. Anyways. I'm gonna make like a banana and split. Hahahahaha. I really do think that's funny. Okay. Enough.
Monday, December 3, 2012
The day that never ends.
Where was I at 5:45 this morning? The gym. Doing week 2, day 1 of couch to 5k. So actively dying, is the short version of the story. On the last jogging interval, the last 15 seconds I bumped my speed up to 4.0, to prove to myself I was in fact, still very much alive. Though the lady next to me probably thought I was dying haha.
Working out so early has made this the longest day of my life.
So. Today's workout with Darin started out with some shoulder presses, which I do like. Though right now my arms are pretty iffy. That was followed by a superset of dead lifts and goblet squats. It was really great, said no one ever. 3 sets of 10 each which really isn't that much because there was time period where all we did the live long day was squats, which, I'm glad that's over. Then we did this 3 exercise merry go round of alternating toe touch crunches, the hulks and lateral raises. The hulks are still my jam even though they got sketch towards the end. Then we did some more crunches. Then. He was messing with a treadmill and he was like don't worry it's not for you, but this is and pointed to the elliptical. I was really hoping it was a joke, because Friday he made a joke about doing push ups but unfortunately it wasn't. I. Hate. Ellipticals. Seriously. They're just so stupid. I think other than a step mill, they're the dumbest machine ever made. On a scale of 1 - fuck this, they're a solid I hope this machine spontaneously catches on fire. We did like 5 sprint intervals. Read this though, while I really, really wanted to be like nope, no thank you, no gracias, niet, nuh huh, and sign the word no, I didn't. I did the best I could with what I had and did the damn sprint intervals. I am not sold on the greatness of the elliptical and I really don't care if I never have to climb on another one again. Then we did some weightless shoulder stuff that I aptly named in my head "the orchestra", "catching the bus" and the other was already named peek-a-boo, which don't let the names fool you. My shoulders weren't pleased haha. I name everything. My cars name is Hank, in case anyone was wondering.
Anyways. I will also say, I did really good with food choices today. For dinner I was gonna have chicken and corn again but I didn't want it. So I decided forget it I'll make a hot pocket. Bad news is, it was freezer burnt and gross. Then I wanted soup. It was gross as well. So I toasted a piece of wheat bread and put some peanut butter on it and am calling it a night. I am exhausted and I am so ill satan himself probably can't stand me. So. With that, I'm off to sleep. Hopefully for 12 hours. Goodnight world and all 3 faithful readers of my blog.
:)
Working out so early has made this the longest day of my life.
So. Today's workout with Darin started out with some shoulder presses, which I do like. Though right now my arms are pretty iffy. That was followed by a superset of dead lifts and goblet squats. It was really great, said no one ever. 3 sets of 10 each which really isn't that much because there was time period where all we did the live long day was squats, which, I'm glad that's over. Then we did this 3 exercise merry go round of alternating toe touch crunches, the hulks and lateral raises. The hulks are still my jam even though they got sketch towards the end. Then we did some more crunches. Then. He was messing with a treadmill and he was like don't worry it's not for you, but this is and pointed to the elliptical. I was really hoping it was a joke, because Friday he made a joke about doing push ups but unfortunately it wasn't. I. Hate. Ellipticals. Seriously. They're just so stupid. I think other than a step mill, they're the dumbest machine ever made. On a scale of 1 - fuck this, they're a solid I hope this machine spontaneously catches on fire. We did like 5 sprint intervals. Read this though, while I really, really wanted to be like nope, no thank you, no gracias, niet, nuh huh, and sign the word no, I didn't. I did the best I could with what I had and did the damn sprint intervals. I am not sold on the greatness of the elliptical and I really don't care if I never have to climb on another one again. Then we did some weightless shoulder stuff that I aptly named in my head "the orchestra", "catching the bus" and the other was already named peek-a-boo, which don't let the names fool you. My shoulders weren't pleased haha. I name everything. My cars name is Hank, in case anyone was wondering.
Anyways. I will also say, I did really good with food choices today. For dinner I was gonna have chicken and corn again but I didn't want it. So I decided forget it I'll make a hot pocket. Bad news is, it was freezer burnt and gross. Then I wanted soup. It was gross as well. So I toasted a piece of wheat bread and put some peanut butter on it and am calling it a night. I am exhausted and I am so ill satan himself probably can't stand me. So. With that, I'm off to sleep. Hopefully for 12 hours. Goodnight world and all 3 faithful readers of my blog.
:)
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