Alright, this one is a little late because I am sick. Rebecca has been a little sick but I think I caught what I have from her and got it worse than she did. What had happened was Saturday night Rebecca and I had just finished working out and she went to the bathroom. I was thirsty and didn't want to walk all the way to the water fountain to get a drink, so, I snuck a drink from her water bottle. Did I think about how she had been complaining about being sick the whole time? No. Did I think that drinking after someone is gross? Nah, we are like sisters. The only things we don't share are boys. Did I remember that she had been sniffling or coughing during the hour work out? No, I did not.
So, yesterday, I felt miserable because of the weather plus drinking Rebecca's backwashed germs and decided to take a nap. I napped until 8 o'clock, which was the appointed time for us to get together. Then I was hungry so I ate something a little heavier than I should have. I also had to wake up. Those of you who have lived with me, or who have woken me up, know that waking up for me is not an easy thing to do. I am literally a monster. I mean, I look like one, because of bed head, I sound like one because of sleep voice (you know, how you sound when you first wake up), and I act like one because if you talk to me I might literally (and figuratively) bite your head off. So, anyway, I finally get to the gym and she had already done the entire workout without me, including 10 minutes of cardio on the elliptical. So, she sits there and watches me do them with little to no breaks in between sets and then when it's time for cardio she leaves. I gotta say, I didn't like being there alone.
I feel for her today because she went without me, but I cancelled everything I was supposed to do today so that I could sleep and knit and recoup from this grossness that I am saying I got from Rebecca. I even got homemade chicken noodle soup because I was so pitiful today. Thanks Mom!
What we did yesterday was the following:
Standing V Raise x 12
Airplane/Superman extensions x 15
Bench Dips x 12
Balance Row x 12 (6 per side)
Triceps leg extensions x 10
The whole thing was repeated 3 times.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
AHHHH...Leg Day
So, today Rebecca decided that today was going to be a legs and butt day. OH MY GOSH! She totally kicked my butt. Not even joking! We did box steps, curtsy squats with leg lift, prone back extension, alternating leg dead lifts, glute bridge, and plié squat with ball. We did three sets of 12 - 15 reps each. Unlike other people I have seen, we don't do a set, rest, then do another set. What we do is we do all of the first set of each exercise then we do them all again like a circuit. I really like this approach because you forget how much the curtsy squat with leg lift sucks by the time you have to do it again. By the time we were done with all three sets we had been there for an hour and we were both dripping in sweat. I have to say though, when we got on the treadmills to cool down, the endorphins really kicked in and we were both feeling pretty good.
Prior to the endorphins kicking in, it was murder tonight. I mean, I know I'm fat, but I still expect to do things like when I was younger and skinny. For example, my knees used to not hurt, so when I did the curtsy squat with leg lift I didn't think it would hurt that much. Was I wrong? I WAS SO WRONG! I thought my knee cap was just going to jump off the front of my leg and run away. But, as the hour wore on and the third set was approaching, I found that my knee didn't hurt as much as it did the first time. It might be because it knew that in just twelve more repetitions it would not have to do that move again.
My lower back also hates Rebecca lately. When we did those prone back extensions I swear I literally heard my back scream at me to stop. I didn't listen though. I just pushed on through. That's what you do when you work out. You push your body to scream at you to stop then you tell it to shut the h-e-double hockey sticks up and keep going.
After all of this, I stepped on the scale in the gym and to my surprise and bewilderment, I have lost one pound. This is not one pound since Christmas, this is one pound from a week ago, which was the last time I weighed myself. Hallelujah! ONE POUND is gone! Good bye and good riddance pound! I never want to see you again unless you change into currency. ;)
Prior to the endorphins kicking in, it was murder tonight. I mean, I know I'm fat, but I still expect to do things like when I was younger and skinny. For example, my knees used to not hurt, so when I did the curtsy squat with leg lift I didn't think it would hurt that much. Was I wrong? I WAS SO WRONG! I thought my knee cap was just going to jump off the front of my leg and run away. But, as the hour wore on and the third set was approaching, I found that my knee didn't hurt as much as it did the first time. It might be because it knew that in just twelve more repetitions it would not have to do that move again.
My lower back also hates Rebecca lately. When we did those prone back extensions I swear I literally heard my back scream at me to stop. I didn't listen though. I just pushed on through. That's what you do when you work out. You push your body to scream at you to stop then you tell it to shut the h-e-double hockey sticks up and keep going.
After all of this, I stepped on the scale in the gym and to my surprise and bewilderment, I have lost one pound. This is not one pound since Christmas, this is one pound from a week ago, which was the last time I weighed myself. Hallelujah! ONE POUND is gone! Good bye and good riddance pound! I never want to see you again unless you change into currency. ;)
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Happy Boxing Day!
Today was a much more productive day for me than yesterday. Today I bought multivitamins and took almost 10,000 steps. I cleaned my car and went to the gym. I even counted calories. Well, not really, I mean, I didn't count them. My fabulous app called MyFitnessPal did. It's super easy to use. When I eat, I just plug in exactly what I ate and "voila!" it is done! It also syncs with my Fitbit app so I don't have to double count everything. In fact, when you first sync the two, My Fitness Pal says "Only log your food here or I will double count it!! GRRR!!!!" (That was paraphrased into my words.)
I am super grateful I went to the gym. I was starting to not feel it, until my friend Sam tried to talk me out of going, then I realized how much I really needed to go. Also, today I am super grateful for my gym pal Rebecca*. She has been so good at pushing me and encouraging me at the gym. She does a lot for the work outs. I mean she plans them out, writes them down, and she makes sure I do my sets and reps. Also, if there is something that is super hard for me to do right now, she finds me an alternative work out on the spot for me to do in order to keep up with her. For example, at the moment, my wrists hurt from a number of things (my line of work, how I type, driving, etc.) and when I couldn't do the reverse plank anymore she gave me an alternate exercise to do with plié's and stretching.
She also helped me on the treadmill today too. My goal was to walk a mile as fast as I could while still being able to breathe and hold a conversation. However, as the mile wore on my calves felt tight and inflexible, then pain started in my right calf, then the pain inched its way to my shin, then into my foot. At about the halfway mark I didn't know if I could complete the mile because of the physical pain I was in, but she encouraged me saying "When you lose the weight the pain will go away, I know from experience." Then when I had 0.10 left of my mile I picked up speed and started jogging. I was only able to jog for about 0.05 miles, but it's a miracle I was able to jog at all. Especially when I honestly thought I wouldn't complete the mile. But I DID!!
*This is what she will be called in my blog. I don't want you guys to figure out who she really is and then steal her away from me. ;)
I am super grateful I went to the gym. I was starting to not feel it, until my friend Sam tried to talk me out of going, then I realized how much I really needed to go. Also, today I am super grateful for my gym pal Rebecca*. She has been so good at pushing me and encouraging me at the gym. She does a lot for the work outs. I mean she plans them out, writes them down, and she makes sure I do my sets and reps. Also, if there is something that is super hard for me to do right now, she finds me an alternative work out on the spot for me to do in order to keep up with her. For example, at the moment, my wrists hurt from a number of things (my line of work, how I type, driving, etc.) and when I couldn't do the reverse plank anymore she gave me an alternate exercise to do with plié's and stretching.
She also helped me on the treadmill today too. My goal was to walk a mile as fast as I could while still being able to breathe and hold a conversation. However, as the mile wore on my calves felt tight and inflexible, then pain started in my right calf, then the pain inched its way to my shin, then into my foot. At about the halfway mark I didn't know if I could complete the mile because of the physical pain I was in, but she encouraged me saying "When you lose the weight the pain will go away, I know from experience." Then when I had 0.10 left of my mile I picked up speed and started jogging. I was only able to jog for about 0.05 miles, but it's a miracle I was able to jog at all. Especially when I honestly thought I wouldn't complete the mile. But I DID!!
*This is what she will be called in my blog. I don't want you guys to figure out who she really is and then steal her away from me. ;)
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas! This Christmas my wonderful mother got me a Fitbit One. I am super grateful she got it for me. I was given a Fitbit Ultra by my friend MB over the summer, and I lost ten pounds using that plus counting calories and some other things. So, as I am getting ready to make New Years resolutions I am recommitting myself to my physical wellbeing. I have reached an all new high with my weight, 212 lbs. It's kind of depressing. However, things are going to change. I am not just depressed but I am angry. I am making some serious changes this year, but I will wait till New Years to reveal those promises.
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