oh hey guys. It's about time I write another essay about working out. I'm exhausted though. This anemia thing isn't making things any easier but I've lost 3 pounds this week. Holla! but I know a bit of that is probably water weight and then I'm going to tell myself the other part is me knocking it off with the mountain dews (AGAIN) and eating more/better/out less. I'm shooting for at least 3 meals of good food a day and more water. I'm kinda over the crystal lite phase though. I need new stuff to put in my water because God forbid I drink it plain. Anyways. On to more important things.
Yesterday's workout didn't quite go as planned. As in it started later than I hoped and I ended up ditching biltmore to go back to the Y (long story) because my social anxiety had to rear it's less than desirable feelings. But when I finally DID get to the Y, I had a lot of nervous energy to work out and going to the gym is a little bit of me time. Like especially when I go alone, I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. I've knocked it off with my heart rate monitor because I was getting a little TOO focused on numbers, like if I didn't burn at least 500 I was legitimately upset and pissed off at myself. Or I would go back and do some bike sprints even when I KNEW I shouldn't because it was quitting time and my body was saying no...and I kinda said whatever. So I decided time to knock it off for a while, and just be happy with what I do. If I feel like it was a good, successful workout then it's fine. It's about building muscle and getting healthy not the numbers on my watch....or even the scale. Annnnd because sometimes I'm a straight up grade A moron, I left my watch connected and I logged a 74 hour workout, and I read online that the battery is like tested for 30 minutes 5 times a week....so I think I've shortened that life span quite a bit. So I'm gonna take it to the battery place in the mall and see if they can change it for me because right now in the middle of my workout WITHOUT FAIL it will say "check heart rate transmitter" at the most retarded time. Anyways. Long story short, yesterday was a upper body everything kinda day. Pull ups, incline press, dumbbell flys, fronts and sides, tricep dips, hammer curls, push press and a plank. Don't ask how that got there.
today's workout was hands down the best workout to date. ever. like out of all 925 billion, today was THE best. First of all, it involved zero squats or push ups which made it all the better. It was high weight, low reps. Like heavy stuff. And by low reps I mean 8 was the most we did on anything. a 40lb three point row was the worst exercise today. 40lbs is heavy as shit especially in that situation. My left shoulder muscles are a lot weaker than my right side which I don't really know how. I also feel like tomorrow morning may not be the best day ever. Mostly because I did upper body yesterday and today. Whatever though, I'm going to the gym tomorrow too. I know I'm due for some cardio, like couch to 5k material, and maybe a few weights :) I need to switch up my cardio but I just hate the treadmill, elliptical and stairmill........soooooo by process of elimination that leaves the bike. We'll see what happens tomorrow. status post workout, I hiked up to subway and got a sandwich. I'm actually a little sick to my stomach. I generally don't eat a ton after a workout. Which I know. Shame on me. Also on "are you smarter than a fifth grader?" I would have lost like 250k on a first grade spelling question. So I thought the word "calendar" had 2 e's it because that's how you say it. Well. I say it. Good news is, I didn't actually lose.
Anyways. I'm off to lay down and watch some TV because God knows I have nothing else to do. Oh wait. That's a lie. I have a lot to do, but I'm still going to watch TV because I'm tired and I feel like it. and that my friends, is what being a princess is all about. annnnnnd I want a pop tart but I refuse to ruin today with 500 calories of sugar and delicious strawberry pastry stuffs. Mmmmmm. sugar.
Okay.It's off to never never land. aka my room. the land that never gets cleaned. haha. Really. Enough.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
All we do is push ups.
oh hayyy y'all/the 3 of you who read this epic piece of literature. well. I use the term literature loosely. Let's recap the last few days events, shall we? rhetorical question. boom.
Friday's workout got cut a wee bit short due to the fact the world started spinning and I wasn't sure there wasn't going to be a sequel to "nessie takes a tumble" I'm not really sure why, exactly, I got dizzy because it wasn't like I was working at 10x more intensity than I normally operate. I blame the push ups. I hate push ups. all we do is push ups. really.
Boot camp this morning, to be blunt, was quite the bitch. High plank, low plank, lunge and slam, overhead slams, sotts/sucks press (more on that in a minute), cleans and press, push ups, inverted rows, step ups, and sumo KB dead lift. Everything was ever so carefully divided up by 2s, and it was 40/20 timing. No bueno. I'm not sure how you can put those in to an order that doesn't make you want to kill yourself with a kettlebell. You just can't. It, much like my math skills, is/are impossible. The sotts/sucks press works like this. 2 dumbbells in your hands. I used 5s. you do a squat, then while you're in the squat, you push the weight up, and complete the squat. It sounds simple. Give it a whirl. one time. I dare you. It's 100% the most unnatural thing in the world. I don't know why but shoulder presses when you're kneeling/lower to the ground are a LOT harder and very unnatural. Plus let's not overlook the fact that I hate squats in the first place. I also have the coordination of Helen Keller herself, so the lunge and slam was more like a step-back-try-not-to-fall-lunge-hurry-up-and-throw-this-damn-ball-so-this-will-be-over kind of thing. Which brings me to push ups. I'm on a roll this morning. Here at ACTSO, my goal is to get healthy eventually and learn to sustain a lifestyle that doesn't include mountain dew all while providing some entertainment to those closest to me. I haven't been quiet (at all) about my distaste for squats and now push ups. Which, actually have taken the #1 spot on my "I would rather jump off a cliff in to a pool of hot lava" than do this exercise. I'm a weakling. I'm the first to admit I suck at math/counting my own reps, geography, science, squats and push ups. So yes, I'm aware that the exercises I hate are the ones I'm bad at, but alas, before ya'll get all Freud on me (I dont know what I'm saying, I just remember that name from the general psych class I took in high school....ab-tech is very aptly named "Harvard on the hill" or, 13th grade) not only do I suck at them, they're just stupid. Why the fuck would anyone want to be like, hey. I'm gonna lay down and push myself up off the ground 100 times in a row. That will surely be fun. Or, hey. Know what I'm gonna do today? I'm going to squat down towards the ground like I don't have indoor plumbing, then get up. Sometimes I'm going to hold a ton of weight while I do it, just to make things interesting. That way if I'm ever in the woods and I need to buddy carry my 500lb friend to safety because a bear is chasing us and I have to answer nature's call, I'll be good to go. No. Just no. Which, if you're still reading this I think you're thinking the same thing about my logic...which, fair. But as well know, reasonable isn't really my speciality. snark and sass are. In case you're wondering, My list goes #1 pushups, #2 squats (any kind minus overhead, those were my favorite at crossfit and that fuck this status also goes for the stupid sotts press) #3 surrenders, #4 woodchoppers and #5 dead lifts. yeahhhhhhhh. over those too. Hey ya'll watch me pick up this ridiculous amount of weight and put it down. Read that in the most redneck voice you can muster.Anyways, I think I've bitched enough for one post. I'm also not completely unaware than 75lbs gone and the fact that I actually participated and halfway did okay during today's boot camp is no small feat. Progress has been made, but I would be happier if I didn't feel so much like death is imminent. I had EVERY intention of rolling over this morning and not going to boot camp. Good choice at the moment. We'll see what tomorrow morning is like.
Also, the past couple of workouts I've felt a lot weaker (in general) than I have before and when I got home and actually opened my mail, I think I've found the culprit. I had a doctors appointment Wednesday and had blood drawn (finger gun to the head) and I'm anemic, my white count is high and my RBC count is low. So, I'm gonna continue to take the iron supplement I take, but we'll see what happens. Darin said take tomorrow off from the gym and let's be clear, you don't really need to tell me that twice, especially these days. Tomorrow will instead be used for grocery shopping, playing hee haw with the fuck around gang and the like. If yall haven't figured out by now, I'm super weird, and got the idea that since I love ice cream so much and now, weirdly enough I effin love greek yogurt (which let's be clear, I never thought I'd see that day) that I could recreate my favorite flavors with yogurt and in a much healthier way. Like my FAVORITE ice cream ever is pineapple coconut haggen daz or whatever the french name is for expensive as shit ice cream, so I'm hoping that putting coconut flakes and pineapple chunks in vanilla greek yogurt will have somewhat of the same taste....I mean I'm not completely retarded and it won't taste as yummy, but a close second will do. When/if that happens (most likely Sunday night/Monday morning) I will be posting it on Instagram, so be on the lookout (VKFreeman is my name for those losers among us not following me. Yes it's a very original username, too)
So. There you have it. I've rambled enough and you've wasted enough of your day reading this slightly less than informative blog about how bad I am at exercising and life without mountain dew. Check back next week for more sass and snark than one blog should ever have. I'm out!
Friday's workout got cut a wee bit short due to the fact the world started spinning and I wasn't sure there wasn't going to be a sequel to "nessie takes a tumble" I'm not really sure why, exactly, I got dizzy because it wasn't like I was working at 10x more intensity than I normally operate. I blame the push ups. I hate push ups. all we do is push ups. really.
Boot camp this morning, to be blunt, was quite the bitch. High plank, low plank, lunge and slam, overhead slams, sotts/sucks press (more on that in a minute), cleans and press, push ups, inverted rows, step ups, and sumo KB dead lift. Everything was ever so carefully divided up by 2s, and it was 40/20 timing. No bueno. I'm not sure how you can put those in to an order that doesn't make you want to kill yourself with a kettlebell. You just can't. It, much like my math skills, is/are impossible. The sotts/sucks press works like this. 2 dumbbells in your hands. I used 5s. you do a squat, then while you're in the squat, you push the weight up, and complete the squat. It sounds simple. Give it a whirl. one time. I dare you. It's 100% the most unnatural thing in the world. I don't know why but shoulder presses when you're kneeling/lower to the ground are a LOT harder and very unnatural. Plus let's not overlook the fact that I hate squats in the first place. I also have the coordination of Helen Keller herself, so the lunge and slam was more like a step-back-try-not-to-fall-lunge-hurry-up-and-throw-this-damn-ball-so-this-will-be-over kind of thing. Which brings me to push ups. I'm on a roll this morning. Here at ACTSO, my goal is to get healthy eventually and learn to sustain a lifestyle that doesn't include mountain dew all while providing some entertainment to those closest to me. I haven't been quiet (at all) about my distaste for squats and now push ups. Which, actually have taken the #1 spot on my "I would rather jump off a cliff in to a pool of hot lava" than do this exercise. I'm a weakling. I'm the first to admit I suck at math/counting my own reps, geography, science, squats and push ups. So yes, I'm aware that the exercises I hate are the ones I'm bad at, but alas, before ya'll get all Freud on me (I dont know what I'm saying, I just remember that name from the general psych class I took in high school....ab-tech is very aptly named "Harvard on the hill" or, 13th grade) not only do I suck at them, they're just stupid. Why the fuck would anyone want to be like, hey. I'm gonna lay down and push myself up off the ground 100 times in a row. That will surely be fun. Or, hey. Know what I'm gonna do today? I'm going to squat down towards the ground like I don't have indoor plumbing, then get up. Sometimes I'm going to hold a ton of weight while I do it, just to make things interesting. That way if I'm ever in the woods and I need to buddy carry my 500lb friend to safety because a bear is chasing us and I have to answer nature's call, I'll be good to go. No. Just no. Which, if you're still reading this I think you're thinking the same thing about my logic...which, fair. But as well know, reasonable isn't really my speciality. snark and sass are. In case you're wondering, My list goes #1 pushups, #2 squats (any kind minus overhead, those were my favorite at crossfit and that fuck this status also goes for the stupid sotts press) #3 surrenders, #4 woodchoppers and #5 dead lifts. yeahhhhhhhh. over those too. Hey ya'll watch me pick up this ridiculous amount of weight and put it down. Read that in the most redneck voice you can muster.Anyways, I think I've bitched enough for one post. I'm also not completely unaware than 75lbs gone and the fact that I actually participated and halfway did okay during today's boot camp is no small feat. Progress has been made, but I would be happier if I didn't feel so much like death is imminent. I had EVERY intention of rolling over this morning and not going to boot camp. Good choice at the moment. We'll see what tomorrow morning is like.
Also, the past couple of workouts I've felt a lot weaker (in general) than I have before and when I got home and actually opened my mail, I think I've found the culprit. I had a doctors appointment Wednesday and had blood drawn (finger gun to the head) and I'm anemic, my white count is high and my RBC count is low. So, I'm gonna continue to take the iron supplement I take, but we'll see what happens. Darin said take tomorrow off from the gym and let's be clear, you don't really need to tell me that twice, especially these days. Tomorrow will instead be used for grocery shopping, playing hee haw with the fuck around gang and the like. If yall haven't figured out by now, I'm super weird, and got the idea that since I love ice cream so much and now, weirdly enough I effin love greek yogurt (which let's be clear, I never thought I'd see that day) that I could recreate my favorite flavors with yogurt and in a much healthier way. Like my FAVORITE ice cream ever is pineapple coconut haggen daz or whatever the french name is for expensive as shit ice cream, so I'm hoping that putting coconut flakes and pineapple chunks in vanilla greek yogurt will have somewhat of the same taste....I mean I'm not completely retarded and it won't taste as yummy, but a close second will do. When/if that happens (most likely Sunday night/Monday morning) I will be posting it on Instagram, so be on the lookout (VKFreeman is my name for those losers among us not following me. Yes it's a very original username, too)
So. There you have it. I've rambled enough and you've wasted enough of your day reading this slightly less than informative blog about how bad I am at exercising and life without mountain dew. Check back next week for more sass and snark than one blog should ever have. I'm out!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Pushing it.
Hello world/my 3 faithful readers.
I'm gonna need someone to teach me to like leg exercises. Because I'd rather chew some tin foil than do a single squat. Or push ups. I hate them too. I read online that "modified" push-ups are like pushing 60% of your body weight. Do we know what 60% of 1,000 pounds is? A lot. I'm really bad at math, so I'm not guessing but yes I'm insinuating I weigh as much as a small cow. I actually have no idea how much a cow weighs. I'm just REALLY tired and I hate push ups. All we do is push ups. In today's first merry go round we did dead lifts, some kind of high pull, these weird push ups where you make it take like 5 seconds to let yourself down and step ups. I. Hate. Push-ups. They're so stupid. They even earned a spot in my top 5 exercises I'd almost rather commit suicide than do. Really. Anyways, we did some lat pull downs and plié squats. I also need to work on my facial expressions. I end up with more weight than i'd like because I basically look like I'm not trying. Untrue. I'm still a weakling. If zombies ever attack us I will most likely be the first to die. Anyways. Then we got one set of leg lifts and crunches in before my back started hurting. Idk what I've done but it's really annoying. Like. Hey maybe for once my back could not be hunch back of Notre Dame status. Really. It's been 11 years, time to stop giving me complications. I walked up to subway while I waited on Rebecca and got some ice. I laid in my car and instagrammed/reread catching fire and iced my back. Now if I wasn't so lazy I would probably repeat that process. But we all know I'm slower than a slug in molasses. Which. That sounds pretty delish right now. Not the slug, I don't eat French food. I mean molasses.
I'm off work until Monday! My blood pressure has been running super high in case anyone was wondering. I'm seeing my doctor tomorrow at 1:30 to discuss what we can do about that and the fact I'm sleeping like 5 hours a night. Hopefully once I get that under control I can get it to together and start going back to the gym on a regular basis and getting shit done. I found a workout I'm gonna try called "ARMaggedon" haha. I think it's clever. But I'm simple. Speaking of. I tried bedtime yoga I found on the google. It said try to not think of anything for 30-45 seconds a time. That worked for about 10 seconds of less. The following statements came from my "don't think, just breathe" moments::
am I doing this right? Well now you're not. Shut up and breathe. I breathe loud. I cough a lot so I'm wondering if I have exercise induced asthma. Or tuberculosis? Shut. Up. Ok. Inhale. Stop telling yourself to breathe its a natural thing. The "deception" skittles are appropriately named. Stop. Inhale. Exhale. See? This is easy. Remember that time that creepy boy at AB tech stole your iPod then wanted you to meet him? You passed Spanish that semester. Silencio. VANESSA.
Then I just gave up. I'm SO A.D.D. I just can't be still and shut myself up. That's a glimpse in to what I think about when I try not to think at all. Am I weird? You bet. But I felt somewhat better when I decided that 10 minutes was WAYYY too long to start with. I'm gonna shoot for a minute of silence tonight and see what I get.
Anyways, it's basically past my bedtime y'all. So with that, I'm ouuuut. ✌
I'm gonna need someone to teach me to like leg exercises. Because I'd rather chew some tin foil than do a single squat. Or push ups. I hate them too. I read online that "modified" push-ups are like pushing 60% of your body weight. Do we know what 60% of 1,000 pounds is? A lot. I'm really bad at math, so I'm not guessing but yes I'm insinuating I weigh as much as a small cow. I actually have no idea how much a cow weighs. I'm just REALLY tired and I hate push ups. All we do is push ups. In today's first merry go round we did dead lifts, some kind of high pull, these weird push ups where you make it take like 5 seconds to let yourself down and step ups. I. Hate. Push-ups. They're so stupid. They even earned a spot in my top 5 exercises I'd almost rather commit suicide than do. Really. Anyways, we did some lat pull downs and plié squats. I also need to work on my facial expressions. I end up with more weight than i'd like because I basically look like I'm not trying. Untrue. I'm still a weakling. If zombies ever attack us I will most likely be the first to die. Anyways. Then we got one set of leg lifts and crunches in before my back started hurting. Idk what I've done but it's really annoying. Like. Hey maybe for once my back could not be hunch back of Notre Dame status. Really. It's been 11 years, time to stop giving me complications. I walked up to subway while I waited on Rebecca and got some ice. I laid in my car and instagrammed/reread catching fire and iced my back. Now if I wasn't so lazy I would probably repeat that process. But we all know I'm slower than a slug in molasses. Which. That sounds pretty delish right now. Not the slug, I don't eat French food. I mean molasses.
I'm off work until Monday! My blood pressure has been running super high in case anyone was wondering. I'm seeing my doctor tomorrow at 1:30 to discuss what we can do about that and the fact I'm sleeping like 5 hours a night. Hopefully once I get that under control I can get it to together and start going back to the gym on a regular basis and getting shit done. I found a workout I'm gonna try called "ARMaggedon" haha. I think it's clever. But I'm simple. Speaking of. I tried bedtime yoga I found on the google. It said try to not think of anything for 30-45 seconds a time. That worked for about 10 seconds of less. The following statements came from my "don't think, just breathe" moments::
am I doing this right? Well now you're not. Shut up and breathe. I breathe loud. I cough a lot so I'm wondering if I have exercise induced asthma. Or tuberculosis? Shut. Up. Ok. Inhale. Stop telling yourself to breathe its a natural thing. The "deception" skittles are appropriately named. Stop. Inhale. Exhale. See? This is easy. Remember that time that creepy boy at AB tech stole your iPod then wanted you to meet him? You passed Spanish that semester. Silencio. VANESSA.
Then I just gave up. I'm SO A.D.D. I just can't be still and shut myself up. That's a glimpse in to what I think about when I try not to think at all. Am I weird? You bet. But I felt somewhat better when I decided that 10 minutes was WAYYY too long to start with. I'm gonna shoot for a minute of silence tonight and see what I get.
Anyways, it's basically past my bedtime y'all. So with that, I'm ouuuut. ✌
Friday, February 15, 2013
Big plans and sugar rushes.
today has been quite the day.
I had big plans. Oil change, yoga, lunch with lyss, eye exam, sesion with Darin. Lunch with Lyss, eye exam and Darin happened. I just can't seem to get it together these days.
Today was fun though, except I have to go back next week to the eye doctor because there were some concern for a cataract in my left eye......unlucky for me. Also my left eye is tap dancing on the line of legal blindness. #winning. just kidding. more like #losing, hardcore. But I was discouraged from reading on my iPhone or electronic devices, and was encouraged to read large print books.....ummm I'm 23. Not 40. or 60. or you know, in a nursing home. my liiiiiiiiife.
Seriously though, I will say this. Darin is a really good trainer and human being for putting up with my weirdness. I feel like most people would have fired me by now haha. I'm obnoxious, here lately I really don't do what I'm told and I like to be an Internet bully with this blog. Today's fun filled 45 minutes started with bike sprints. whooo. I did 35 minutes on the bike at the Y yesterday (10 mins/10 mins/15 minutes..heaven forbid I stay on it longer than that) but I STILL prefer it to the treadmill or that nasty elliptical. Then we did 3 rounds of 45 degree pulldowns, the hulks (aka cable flys), sumo kb dead lifts and step ups on the bench. Stepping the game up. see what I did there? I'm much more sensitive to sugar these days and I had a cookie from subway...so I can't really promise where this is going to go from here. That's your disclaimer. I also had a sandwich so no, I didn't just have cookies for dinner....even though I wish I did. Anyways, my hamstrings hurt, but that's not the point. Then we were gonna do some offset Romanian cable dead lifts. I got 6 done before I felt the fire in my hamstrings/glutes, then we moved to the left side and I kept falling. If there's one thing I don't like, it's trying to do something and not being able to do it after more than 2-3 attempts. I get frustrated and yell words like fuck, and let weights slam and throw mini tantrums. It's very grown up and mature, the way I handle things. My lower back started hurting, and I'm not sure why it hurt. I'm still annoyed about not being able to do those and I will be for the next couple of days. This is how my mind works. But we just moved on to some kick backs and holding a "dirty dog" on each side for 30 seconds. Idk what the deal is anymore but I'm 98% of the time not sore the next morning after a workout, but the next night/early the next morning, I am. This delayed onset shit is for the birds. The birds I tell you. I really didn't feel like I did all that much at the Y but it was upper body (I still didn't want to be there). I did pull ups, tricep dips, tricep pull downs, these tricep push down things I saw this other guy doing, offset fronts and sides, the incline press, bicep curls, and hammer curls and presses (all that was mixed in with the bike times) and now my biceps hurt haha. What a sad life I lead.
Also. I got some c4 from cellucor which is like this stuff you drink preworkout. I think I didn't mix mine right because it was really gross and Rebecca said her's tasted like a sweet tart, which it did. Jealous. Long story short, I'm basically blind, I don't have good balance, I like cookies and I can't sing worth a damn. this is my life. I'm going to lay in my bed and watch tv because now that I have contacts, I can wear tons of mascara and actually see the TV from my bed. that's all for now, kiddos!
I had big plans. Oil change, yoga, lunch with lyss, eye exam, sesion with Darin. Lunch with Lyss, eye exam and Darin happened. I just can't seem to get it together these days.
Today was fun though, except I have to go back next week to the eye doctor because there were some concern for a cataract in my left eye......unlucky for me. Also my left eye is tap dancing on the line of legal blindness. #winning. just kidding. more like #losing, hardcore. But I was discouraged from reading on my iPhone or electronic devices, and was encouraged to read large print books.....ummm I'm 23. Not 40. or 60. or you know, in a nursing home. my liiiiiiiiife.
Seriously though, I will say this. Darin is a really good trainer and human being for putting up with my weirdness. I feel like most people would have fired me by now haha. I'm obnoxious, here lately I really don't do what I'm told and I like to be an Internet bully with this blog. Today's fun filled 45 minutes started with bike sprints. whooo. I did 35 minutes on the bike at the Y yesterday (10 mins/10 mins/15 minutes..heaven forbid I stay on it longer than that) but I STILL prefer it to the treadmill or that nasty elliptical. Then we did 3 rounds of 45 degree pulldowns, the hulks (aka cable flys), sumo kb dead lifts and step ups on the bench. Stepping the game up. see what I did there? I'm much more sensitive to sugar these days and I had a cookie from subway...so I can't really promise where this is going to go from here. That's your disclaimer. I also had a sandwich so no, I didn't just have cookies for dinner....even though I wish I did. Anyways, my hamstrings hurt, but that's not the point. Then we were gonna do some offset Romanian cable dead lifts. I got 6 done before I felt the fire in my hamstrings/glutes, then we moved to the left side and I kept falling. If there's one thing I don't like, it's trying to do something and not being able to do it after more than 2-3 attempts. I get frustrated and yell words like fuck, and let weights slam and throw mini tantrums. It's very grown up and mature, the way I handle things. My lower back started hurting, and I'm not sure why it hurt. I'm still annoyed about not being able to do those and I will be for the next couple of days. This is how my mind works. But we just moved on to some kick backs and holding a "dirty dog" on each side for 30 seconds. Idk what the deal is anymore but I'm 98% of the time not sore the next morning after a workout, but the next night/early the next morning, I am. This delayed onset shit is for the birds. The birds I tell you. I really didn't feel like I did all that much at the Y but it was upper body (I still didn't want to be there). I did pull ups, tricep dips, tricep pull downs, these tricep push down things I saw this other guy doing, offset fronts and sides, the incline press, bicep curls, and hammer curls and presses (all that was mixed in with the bike times) and now my biceps hurt haha. What a sad life I lead.
Also. I got some c4 from cellucor which is like this stuff you drink preworkout. I think I didn't mix mine right because it was really gross and Rebecca said her's tasted like a sweet tart, which it did. Jealous. Long story short, I'm basically blind, I don't have good balance, I like cookies and I can't sing worth a damn. this is my life. I'm going to lay in my bed and watch tv because now that I have contacts, I can wear tons of mascara and actually see the TV from my bed. that's all for now, kiddos!
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The death of me.
fairly sure this is my 100th post. going on the assumption that I've blogged every time I've worked out (and I know I've missed a few) I've worked out 100 times. in about 8 months. But I also generally don't blog about when I work out at the Y by myself. Long story short, I was fairly sure I would have a quit by now. I really don't know what's kept me going this long.
speaking of. I'm lacking motivation. the proverbial wagon that I'm supposed to be on, well, I've fallen off and I'm fairly sure it's in Oklahoma by now. these past 2 weeks have been SO half assed. The only quality workouts I've done have been with Darin and that's because I don't have to come up with them and I feel bad lying to get out of working out. Well, I did a pretty decent workout at the rush last Saturday but that's about it. I haven't been to the gym since Monday and I was supposed to go today. We're behind at work, I'm still stressing out about every little detail of my life because that's who I am, and so alas. I'm at home. Not working out, which in turn is still stressing me out. This is my life. this vicious cycle. Stress will be the death of me. I'm gonna die of a stress induced hypertensive stroke. I can't help but wonder if this is the end of the road? like. This is the most weight I've ever lost, but I just can't even get it and keep it together for 2 days in a row. I don't know. this is where I would shrug my shoulders and make a face. so imagine me doing that.
I'm still sore from Monday's workout and I'm not sure why. Honestly, It was tough but I can name off workouts that were tougher. We did this weird ab exercise that I can't describe but when he demonstrated, I kinda thought oh okay, this is retarded. no. not so much. My side abs hurt still, and my back muscles, and my hamstrings. I'll take some blame for them still being sore mostly because I sit all day at work and I haven't stretched (that's like strike #4982 for me this week) but I also blame 30lb weights and some 3 point row, inverted rows and some hip extensions and a trainer named Darin. I guess sore muscles are growing muscles. I don't know what was wrong with me Monday, but I couldn't count my own reps. I think in the first 5 minutes I asked "how many was that?" about 10 times. It's been one of those weeks. It may be time for a vacation from everything, work included.
Tomorrow's plan is to actually go to the gym and stop being a baby. If that happens or not, remains to be seen. I ordered some cellucor cookies and cream whey. It's got a different flavor. I mixed it with some skim milk (which is still not my everything) and I got a free 5 serving thing of blue razz c4. I just realized that c4 is actually an explosive they use all the time on Burn Notice (the best show on TV). Hmm. Clever.
Anyways. Sorry this isn't so entertaining, my life isn't always rainbows and butterflies. it's compromise that moves us along. Maroon 5 songs, ftw. well. that's all I have for now. I'm hoping that since I looooooooove upper body workouts, I can at least squeeze out some bike intervals and then some pull ups. I really do love them which is weird because most everyone I've ever talked to hates them. Or if I can't do that, tomorrow there's a "CSI" (cardio/strength intervals.....clever, YWCA...clever) class, and some kind of strength workout in the pool. I just don't like being the only one still in child bearing age in the pool. And there's yoga on Friday which I'm actually really looking forward to. So. Hopefully I can get it together. If not. Well. This was fun while it lasted.
speaking of. I'm lacking motivation. the proverbial wagon that I'm supposed to be on, well, I've fallen off and I'm fairly sure it's in Oklahoma by now. these past 2 weeks have been SO half assed. The only quality workouts I've done have been with Darin and that's because I don't have to come up with them and I feel bad lying to get out of working out. Well, I did a pretty decent workout at the rush last Saturday but that's about it. I haven't been to the gym since Monday and I was supposed to go today. We're behind at work, I'm still stressing out about every little detail of my life because that's who I am, and so alas. I'm at home. Not working out, which in turn is still stressing me out. This is my life. this vicious cycle. Stress will be the death of me. I'm gonna die of a stress induced hypertensive stroke. I can't help but wonder if this is the end of the road? like. This is the most weight I've ever lost, but I just can't even get it and keep it together for 2 days in a row. I don't know. this is where I would shrug my shoulders and make a face. so imagine me doing that.
I'm still sore from Monday's workout and I'm not sure why. Honestly, It was tough but I can name off workouts that were tougher. We did this weird ab exercise that I can't describe but when he demonstrated, I kinda thought oh okay, this is retarded. no. not so much. My side abs hurt still, and my back muscles, and my hamstrings. I'll take some blame for them still being sore mostly because I sit all day at work and I haven't stretched (that's like strike #4982 for me this week) but I also blame 30lb weights and some 3 point row, inverted rows and some hip extensions and a trainer named Darin. I guess sore muscles are growing muscles. I don't know what was wrong with me Monday, but I couldn't count my own reps. I think in the first 5 minutes I asked "how many was that?" about 10 times. It's been one of those weeks. It may be time for a vacation from everything, work included.
Tomorrow's plan is to actually go to the gym and stop being a baby. If that happens or not, remains to be seen. I ordered some cellucor cookies and cream whey. It's got a different flavor. I mixed it with some skim milk (which is still not my everything) and I got a free 5 serving thing of blue razz c4. I just realized that c4 is actually an explosive they use all the time on Burn Notice (the best show on TV). Hmm. Clever.
Anyways. Sorry this isn't so entertaining, my life isn't always rainbows and butterflies. it's compromise that moves us along. Maroon 5 songs, ftw. well. that's all I have for now. I'm hoping that since I looooooooove upper body workouts, I can at least squeeze out some bike intervals and then some pull ups. I really do love them which is weird because most everyone I've ever talked to hates them. Or if I can't do that, tomorrow there's a "CSI" (cardio/strength intervals.....clever, YWCA...clever) class, and some kind of strength workout in the pool. I just don't like being the only one still in child bearing age in the pool. And there's yoga on Friday which I'm actually really looking forward to. So. Hopefully I can get it together. If not. Well. This was fun while it lasted.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
In my world.
Thank God it's the weekend, that's all I'm saying. This week has been really long, stressful and filled with bad food choices. I've eaten more pizza in the last week alone that I have in the last 5 months. I didn't blog after boot camp or Monday and that was really just because I forgot.
Quick rewind. Boot camp last Saturday was insane, as normal. Rebecca and I were the only 2 there which was nice. There were 8 stations of which NONE were squats. It was the best boot camp to date.
Monday. I don't remember a ton, which is weird because I remember weird stuff all the time. Like what color shirt jerica had on the night of my 20th birthday celebration.
Which brings us to Friday. I was thiiiiiiis close to just saying no gracias to working out. It had been a long week and I generally feel like if I'm not eating like I should be, there's no point in exercising which is false. Darin suggested that a tough, quality workout could help and what do you know? He was right. It was mostly all timed intervals which I generally hate but I didn't this time. On a scale of 1-insane stress/10 I went from a 27 to a 2 by the end. I would say a 1, but there was an introduction of a bosu ball plank and I think by now we all know how I feel about the bosu ball and surprises. In my world (everyone eats rainbows and poops butterflies...... Horton hears a who references ftw! Bonus points to anyone who can tell me the next line!) everything is ordered, I know what comes next and things don't change that much. Which is probably why last week went all to hell. I need order in my life. Anyways, there were goblet squats, planks, push ups (all we do is push ups! Just kidding. It had been a while. Crossfit loves push-ups though) medicine ball slams, step ups, wood choppers, and more. I felt approximately 100x better when I left though. The power of exercise.
Which. Lets also talk about yesterday. I had thought about joining the rush before I joined the Y, and long story short I obviously didn't. But I got an email about a free 10 day pass and thought it couldn't hurt to try. So off to Patton avenue I went. The equipment is really nice and I LOOOOVE the hoist machines. They move while you exercise! Like the bicep curl machine leans you back. It's more fun than it sounds. Anyways, long story short I did a really random leg workout with bicep curls which I am feeling the effects of today. But afterwords, we were talking to the manager, and he was asking me questions about exercising and stuff. I said "I have a personal trainer and I'm not looking to change that, I just wanted to try the facility and see what y'all had to offer" and the VERY NEXT WORDS out of this d-bag and a half's mouth was "I'll get you hooked up with a free personal training session. I guarantee you'll like it better". WHAT. DID. I. JUST. SAY?! Habla ingles esè? I'd say it in Russian but I don't feel like googling it. First of all, we all know judgmental Judy is my name and judging is my game but if I was trying to sell you something I wouldn't elevator eye you right out of the gate, and I certainly would at least TRY to make you think I was listening. I also wouldn't smile like "this is gonna be like taking candy from a baby". I'm not a moron, shocking I know. Also the trainers I saw there looked like the exact people I avoid eye contact with at the gym. Also. The rush has a room for "ladyz" (much to my dismay it is actually spelled like that) which is for girls who are too shy to workout in the main area. I like the idea but it basically just had cardio stuff and like 2 5lb weights. I kept to the cardio/machine side of the gym because I was feeling weird about the free weights/boys club side of the gym. I'm easily intimated, just so we're clear. Long story short, I'm not a fan of the rush.
Anyways, this is your update on my life. I haven't gotten on the scale yet because I'm an avoider and I know I've probably gained like 5-6 pounds in like a week and I want to give myself a chance to get it together so I'm not so upset haha. I know I focus way too much on numbers. I really don't think I could workout without my heart rate monitor at this point. But alas. I need to stop rambling and go find food. Hungry hungry hippo, out!
Quick rewind. Boot camp last Saturday was insane, as normal. Rebecca and I were the only 2 there which was nice. There were 8 stations of which NONE were squats. It was the best boot camp to date.
Monday. I don't remember a ton, which is weird because I remember weird stuff all the time. Like what color shirt jerica had on the night of my 20th birthday celebration.
Which brings us to Friday. I was thiiiiiiis close to just saying no gracias to working out. It had been a long week and I generally feel like if I'm not eating like I should be, there's no point in exercising which is false. Darin suggested that a tough, quality workout could help and what do you know? He was right. It was mostly all timed intervals which I generally hate but I didn't this time. On a scale of 1-insane stress/10 I went from a 27 to a 2 by the end. I would say a 1, but there was an introduction of a bosu ball plank and I think by now we all know how I feel about the bosu ball and surprises. In my world (everyone eats rainbows and poops butterflies...... Horton hears a who references ftw! Bonus points to anyone who can tell me the next line!) everything is ordered, I know what comes next and things don't change that much. Which is probably why last week went all to hell. I need order in my life. Anyways, there were goblet squats, planks, push ups (all we do is push ups! Just kidding. It had been a while. Crossfit loves push-ups though) medicine ball slams, step ups, wood choppers, and more. I felt approximately 100x better when I left though. The power of exercise.
Which. Lets also talk about yesterday. I had thought about joining the rush before I joined the Y, and long story short I obviously didn't. But I got an email about a free 10 day pass and thought it couldn't hurt to try. So off to Patton avenue I went. The equipment is really nice and I LOOOOVE the hoist machines. They move while you exercise! Like the bicep curl machine leans you back. It's more fun than it sounds. Anyways, long story short I did a really random leg workout with bicep curls which I am feeling the effects of today. But afterwords, we were talking to the manager, and he was asking me questions about exercising and stuff. I said "I have a personal trainer and I'm not looking to change that, I just wanted to try the facility and see what y'all had to offer" and the VERY NEXT WORDS out of this d-bag and a half's mouth was "I'll get you hooked up with a free personal training session. I guarantee you'll like it better". WHAT. DID. I. JUST. SAY?! Habla ingles esè? I'd say it in Russian but I don't feel like googling it. First of all, we all know judgmental Judy is my name and judging is my game but if I was trying to sell you something I wouldn't elevator eye you right out of the gate, and I certainly would at least TRY to make you think I was listening. I also wouldn't smile like "this is gonna be like taking candy from a baby". I'm not a moron, shocking I know. Also the trainers I saw there looked like the exact people I avoid eye contact with at the gym. Also. The rush has a room for "ladyz" (much to my dismay it is actually spelled like that) which is for girls who are too shy to workout in the main area. I like the idea but it basically just had cardio stuff and like 2 5lb weights. I kept to the cardio/machine side of the gym because I was feeling weird about the free weights/boys club side of the gym. I'm easily intimated, just so we're clear. Long story short, I'm not a fan of the rush.
Anyways, this is your update on my life. I haven't gotten on the scale yet because I'm an avoider and I know I've probably gained like 5-6 pounds in like a week and I want to give myself a chance to get it together so I'm not so upset haha. I know I focus way too much on numbers. I really don't think I could workout without my heart rate monitor at this point. But alas. I need to stop rambling and go find food. Hungry hungry hippo, out!
Friday, February 1, 2013
Squats, swings and sleep.
It's finally Friday ya'll. Thank God. This has been the longest week of my life and I couldn't tell you why. I'm OVER this snow too. It can go back to wherever the eff it came from.
Today's focus was on legs. I would 100% rather do anything else and I mean ANYTHING. Left to my own devices I think I would be one of the sad souls with a really weird ratio of arm muscle to leg muscle. Anyways, Today I went to yoga for the first time, I went to a class at the YWCA, and it was pretty legit. I didn't hate yoga, I just wasn't a fan of SO many people and I also don't like to close my eyes in a room full of strangers. Paranoid? maybe. but I had literally JUST thought "this isn't too bad" when out of the blue, Katie (the instructor and the possessed girl on paranormal activity movies....) has her hands over my ears and is massaging my face. I h.a.t.e. people touching my face. So maybe I'll stick to yoga DVDs. My mat was near the mirror and I kept looking at myself while I was doing all the stuff (weird, I know) and I can see quite the difference in my lower half. I also looked quite a bit smaller when I was being secret squirrel and looking at myself doing kb swings. Random times I look and can see a difference and others I don't. It's like a bipolar coaster with my eyes.
Which, brings us to today's workout.
He's baaaack. Today was 45 minutes of, well. I'm not sure I have words for it. There were 1 arm kettlebell swings, and dead lifts, lunges, overhead squats, offset squats which Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I wouldn't give a hot damn if Darin got men in black'd and had his memory zapped clean of those. There were shoulder presses from a kneeling position which made them approximately 4982 times harder than they generally would be, cleans, bird dogs, and all kinds of fun packed in to 45 minutes. Really though, even if Channing Tatum himself had been the leader of that workout, I still would have wanted to kill myself. I have to be fair, it was a pretty well executed plan. though. I have to question if this wasn't a result of my week long shit talking via email about how because he didn't audibly clap during the burpees he posted on instagram, they didn't count. Which. let the record show, they don't count if you don't clap. (I'm looking at you, Starr) but well played, no doubt.
boot camp tomorrow, pending my ability to walk. Also, I love that in my last post I talked about how I hadn't been sick in a while and now I have this mess in my sinuses and upper respiratory junk. I mean, I work in a hospital but really. I forgot how miserable a runny nose/dry cough was. oh, and I've lost like 3 pounds this week, and it just hit me that I needed to update my weight in my heart rate monitor watch and wouldn't you know. I'm not burning as many calories now that my weight has gone down. That blows, but I mean. I'll take the trade any day. I just have to step up my game a little...and that starts with a good nights sleep. Which is commencing in 3...2....1....
Today's focus was on legs. I would 100% rather do anything else and I mean ANYTHING. Left to my own devices I think I would be one of the sad souls with a really weird ratio of arm muscle to leg muscle. Anyways, Today I went to yoga for the first time, I went to a class at the YWCA, and it was pretty legit. I didn't hate yoga, I just wasn't a fan of SO many people and I also don't like to close my eyes in a room full of strangers. Paranoid? maybe. but I had literally JUST thought "this isn't too bad" when out of the blue, Katie (the instructor and the possessed girl on paranormal activity movies....) has her hands over my ears and is massaging my face. I h.a.t.e. people touching my face. So maybe I'll stick to yoga DVDs. My mat was near the mirror and I kept looking at myself while I was doing all the stuff (weird, I know) and I can see quite the difference in my lower half. I also looked quite a bit smaller when I was being secret squirrel and looking at myself doing kb swings. Random times I look and can see a difference and others I don't. It's like a bipolar coaster with my eyes.
Which, brings us to today's workout.
He's baaaack. Today was 45 minutes of, well. I'm not sure I have words for it. There were 1 arm kettlebell swings, and dead lifts, lunges, overhead squats, offset squats which Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I wouldn't give a hot damn if Darin got men in black'd and had his memory zapped clean of those. There were shoulder presses from a kneeling position which made them approximately 4982 times harder than they generally would be, cleans, bird dogs, and all kinds of fun packed in to 45 minutes. Really though, even if Channing Tatum himself had been the leader of that workout, I still would have wanted to kill myself. I have to be fair, it was a pretty well executed plan. though. I have to question if this wasn't a result of my week long shit talking via email about how because he didn't audibly clap during the burpees he posted on instagram, they didn't count. Which. let the record show, they don't count if you don't clap. (I'm looking at you, Starr) but well played, no doubt.
boot camp tomorrow, pending my ability to walk. Also, I love that in my last post I talked about how I hadn't been sick in a while and now I have this mess in my sinuses and upper respiratory junk. I mean, I work in a hospital but really. I forgot how miserable a runny nose/dry cough was. oh, and I've lost like 3 pounds this week, and it just hit me that I needed to update my weight in my heart rate monitor watch and wouldn't you know. I'm not burning as many calories now that my weight has gone down. That blows, but I mean. I'll take the trade any day. I just have to step up my game a little...and that starts with a good nights sleep. Which is commencing in 3...2....1....
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