Sore!

I am sore...maybe even beyond sore. I've done too much training in the last 2 days. I'm hoping that shocking my body like this will actually help me to lose a bit more weight, but only time will tell. I'm too sore and retaining too much water to know. Just so you are aware, this is what I've done work out wise:

Tuesday

• 40 minutes on the precor machine, crossramp and resistance amped up
• Hammerstrength Lat pull downs
• Lat pull machine
• Seated rows
• 21s for biceps
• alternate bicep curls
• hammer curls
• gravitron pull ups
• myriad of ab exercises

Wednesday

• Incline bench press
• Hammerstrength bench press (flat)
• Military press with free weights
• Arnold press with free weights
• Tricep extensions
• Tricep pushdowns
• 45 minute spin class

I'm thinking that I deserve to be tired and cranky today. I really hauled tush the past couple of days. Now I just need to wait for the scale to jump on the wagon with me for this week and I will be one sore, but happy camper.

Firewoman, you're to blame!

I am exhausted!

I blame it completely on Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy of The Cult...I mean, who knew that they could rock that hard on a school night? Yeah, I actually should have known because when I was in High School, on the other side of the desk, I saw them on a school night and they rocked hard then. I thought maybe the 15 year time span between concerts would show a difference in rock-atude, but I was mistaken. Thanks Billy and Ian for a righteous time.

However, I am now exhausted. I got home late Sunday night. Reuben did not want to cooperate sleep-wise. Don't let the photo of him sleeping fool you...he's really just getting ready to pounce when you're not looking. He's really sneaky that way.

Then last night I had a super calorie obsessed freak-out in my journal (no one wants to read that, by golly) because I deviated from my eating plan for the day. I think I can attribute some of that nuttiness to sleep deprivation. The other parts of the bonkers I have no excuse for, I'm just crazy is all.

5

According to the fine scales at Weight Watchers, I have lost a little over 5 pounds this past month....just so you know how much that is, it's:

• 20 sticks of butter
• 80 Maurices
• 1 mid-sized laptop
• 500 sheets of 20 lb bond paper
• 5 loaves of bread
• 2 liter bottle of soda
• 54 shots of liquor

These are just to give you all a loose idea of what 5 pounds actually happens to be!

187

187 is my heart rate from an incredibly intense simulated steep climb in spin class last night. I'm pretty sure that I'm not supposed to let my heart do that....the only reason I know that it topped at 187 is that I was starting to feel a tad dizzy and a bit sick, so I looked down at my watch and scared myself. I took a little of the tension off the spin bike, and it went down.....

Here's my evidence:


Learned some new things about myself last night...for example, I don't turn into a pumpkin exactly at 9pm on school nights. I stayed out until 9:40 and got home by 10 and I didn't die. I am, however, exhausted and will probably not be doing that again for a long time. I did want to see my friend Adam and his wife and daughter again for they left to go home to Indiana, so this fatigue is well worth it.

I'm tempted to try to go for a short run between job 1 and job 2, but I'm not sure if it'll happen. Thursdays are usually a rest day for me because of the lack of time with job 1 and 2, so I guess we'll have to see.

Death by Cheesecake

Yeah, I know it might have been a bad nutritional choice, but we did have $50 in gift certificates to The Cheesecake Factory, so being adventurous, we went. I have never been there before and it's going to have to be an extraordinarily special event for me to go back. I think everything I ate, except the cheesecake, was deep fried. If it wasn't deep fried, it was pan fried. I only ate small portions of the appetizers and dinner. Luckily, my husband is an eating machine, so no only did he eat his food, but he ate most of mine, too.

The killer was the cheesecake. We took ours home. I ate about a third of a slice of the Dulce de Leche Caramel cheesecake. I discovered today that one slice has 1010 calories and 71 grams of fat! I know I've been working my tail off in the gym, but not that much. I wish I didn't know.

I only looked it up to see if I could eat some more of it this week, but it looks like I'm going to have to wait until Sunday which is the day I've designated to eat whatever I want.

Is this normal?

I am exhausted. I have been eating right and exercising like a dog. I haven't even been awake long enought after I get home to update my blog. Shame on me, to think I'm depriving my readers (I think I'm up to about -6, now...getting close to positive numbers).

I really think it's my new weight routine. Instead of upper body and lower body days, I'm doing a day for pull muscles, a day forpush muscle , and a day for just leg muscles. I know what you're thinking...but it's only one day a week for each group. True, however, for each muscle group I'm doing at least 3 different exercises, so by the time I'm done my muscles are screaming. All this in addition to adding an extra day of cardio to the routine....and it's a killer spin class.

Despite the fatigue, I am noticing a change already in my body. It could be hallucinations due to the exhaustion, but I don't think so. I am actually wearing pants that were too tight to wear just 3 weeks ago...and they fit great today....go figure.

The pet I don't talk about

Yeah, I have pet fat. Maurice is 1 ounce of simulated fat. I love him. He grosses out my friends, talks me out of eating ice cream...but only sometimes....he's the kind of pet a lady can depend on!

You, too, can own your own pet fat , you lucky dog, you!

I'm just hoping that Maurice makes friends with the fat on my body so it leaves to go and visit him!