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. ;)