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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