Saturday I went to the gym and didn't have a legit plan, well. That's a lie. I had printed off a back/bicep routine from Jaime Eason that I had plans to do. I did the majority of it, taking some creative liberty annnnnnnnd I found my new favorite machine. The assisted pull up/tricep dip. I wanted to try it for a while but was too scared that even the whole weight stack wouldn't be enough "assistance", and that again I would be traumatized from being too fat for even the gym. There was a little note that said something like if it's your first time using it, use the whole weight stack. So I did. and I stood on it and waited to come tumbling down like I did out of the tree in my front yard when I was 8. nothing. So I ever so carefully dismounted and tried again, still didn't move. I had to go 5 weights up to get it to move and truth be told, that was a lot of help. But I was tired of getting on and off of it, and this man looked like he was getting ready to cut me if I didn't get off of it soon. So I said "sold!" and did pull ups until I couldn't do them anymore. Then I messed around and finally talked myself in to doing some foam rolling on my legs. Which I knew that was a mistake within the first ten seconds. I'm fairly sure my highest heart rate came after the workout, pain seems to spike that particular measurement. Foam rollers are Satan's handiwork. No lie. but I'll give credit where credit is due, my legs felt 90% better Sunday morning.
Monday, I continued my insanity and decided to give spin class a try, the interval one. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I didn't hate the actual workout....I just kinda felt weird about the instructor and the whole lets turn the lights off and turn on a friggen disco ball and listen to some crazy ass music while we pedal like there's no tomorrow. I didn't understand a lot of his instructions because I'm not sure what he means by cadence, as we weren't singing songs like marines do when they're run. I THINK it means like you pick a point, say the top of the circle, and every time the ball flashed your foot was supposed to be at the same point. Good thing I don't have a seizure disorder. He said it was like a cadence of 90, but lets be clear. I was probably at a 45. However, I will say that for the entire hour and 9 minutes, not once did I stop pedaling. Which, I'm pretty proud of. I participated in what I could, it was an intense situation. 10 minutes of a warm up, then 10 rounds of 1 minute as fast as you can, 30 seconds recovery, then 4 rounds of 1 minute slow-ish, 1 minute regular, 1 minute fast as you can with 30 seconds in between that, and then a 10-15 minute cool down. I'm not sure what that adds up to because I'm worse than Helen Keller at math. Anywho, I'm not sure today other than my butt from that small seat that they call a saddle. We aren't riding horses. It's a bicycle not a 500 pound beast.
Today, was a little less crazy. I didn't have a whole lot of time and I decided to eat Moes for lunch because I'm weak. I really, really need them to stop catering to the coffee shop for lunch on Tuesdays. that would fix my problem. Or if I accepted some responsibility and got some will power. Either/or. I did day 1 of couch to 5k again, except this time I upped the speeds, by quite a bit. The ONLY good thing about c25k with me is that there is legit no room for even me to argue and we all know if there's room for discussion, I WILL have my say. So Susan (that's what I named that bitch who tells you to run) made her less than exciting return to my life. At least on the days I don't have a lot of time. Though by the 6th and final round of running for a minute, I thought I was going to wheeze to death, and I'm sure the man next to me was probably thinking "smoke another pack before you cause an earthquake/come run on the treadmill, tubby". Also, speaking of judging, that's basically my favorite activity at the gym. I really understand how people get hurt. I really, really do. First of all, today there were 2 guys that I realllllllllllllllllllllly wanted to get a picture of. One had a mullet and a mustache that were 2 different colors and the other was literally wearing acid washed jeans. I wanted to be like...guess it's not leg day for ya'll. They were working out together and from what I gathered they were bro's. By bro's I mean friends/ not actual brothers. Then, this other man was doing the lat pulldown and he was okay pulling the weight down, but when he let it up, it LEGIT was pulling him off the seat. I mean, maybe that's okay and I'm just dumb, but it didn't look all that safe. And then this other man was posted up by the water fountain in his coordinating sweats with a clip board, I'm not sure if he was taking surveys, picking up chicks or waiting for the act of being at the gym to burn calories.
and I know I'm long winded, per my usual, but I was just thinking while I was on the treadmill about how since I started exercising on a somewhat regular basis, I haven't been sick with anything viral. Like, I had a kidney infection and again, I may be dumb but that's the only thing that's really been an issue. No flu, no cold, no allergies, no anything. And I could tell a major difference in the way I felt while I was on the treadmill after I ate crappy food for lunch versus spin yesterday when I ate good food. Which, I understand are two different things but the way I felt was night and day. I thought I was running to my death bed today. Good news, it was only one meal, and I'm keeping a food log again because I got curious about how much I was actually eating. Tomorrow is a new day and another chance to get it right. this whole healthy thing is a marathon, not a sprint. And according to myfitnesspal, I have 16 calories left. What to do with all that extra? maybe I'll chew a pack of gum. Just kidding. maybe. Anyways, I also can't believe I ever survived on 600 calories a day. ever. and I'm down 73 pounds since June. #winning.
anyways, I've rambled and made enough spelling, grammar and punctuation errors for a lifetime. My plan is to be at the gym at 5:30 in the morning for a leg workout and then go to work and hopefully knocking on death's door that early will be enough to keep me from making bad choices the rest of the day. We'll see though. We'll see.
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