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!