Friday, September 21, 2012
So after nearly a month and a half of being distracted from my workouts, I've dropped the 5-8 pounds I worked so hard to put on and feel like I am basically back to square one. Litterally. I once again have no definition, and my lifts yesterday were laughable.
I guess it's a learning lesson though. I need to stick with it. As the saying goes, if you're tierd of starting over, don't quit. I have since talked with the people that have been the main source of my distraction and made them understand this is something I NEED to do and not optional.
So cheers! See you in another 3 months when I'm back to where I was 45 days ago... /sigh
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
I had a terrible work out the other day. I know why, but that's beside the point.
I was so excited... I had been slacking over the weekend spending time with a lovely gal, eating out probably less then healthy foods, and lounging around without my usual extra hour or two of exercise I put in on my days off.
My diet those few days, which I'm pretty sure included pizza, greasy chineese, & boxed Mac n Cheese, certainly didn't help. I felt soooo bogged down. But what really was a downer was trying to exercise on 4 hours of sleep :( I only got half way through my routine... then gave up. That's reasonable, I ate crap, slept for crap, and therefore my workout was crap. It makes sense... but that's not what I'm reflecting upon, that isn't what upsets me.
I'm my own worst critique. Very rarely in life is there something that I set out to do that I fail at, when I set my mind to something I give it my all and accomplish it. But maybe aspiring to have that beach body is ignorant and impractical. I know I'm at a healthy weight. I typically feel better, sleep better, etc. Maybe wanting more is just greedy and something that is simply out of my reach.
So maybe working out is like a relationship. Every now and again you have an awesome one, it makes you feel incredible. But then you have those crummy ones that make you want to just give up. I know I've made improvements. I know I've lost fat and gained muscle. I know I can run now a lot further, faster, and harder than I could a year ago. I know I'm probably in better shape then I've been... but it all seems so minuet. How many hours of how many days have I spent to achieve so little? How much have I spent changing my diet? How much have I spent on new shoes, weights, athletic gear.
Yes, it's my health, there shouldn't be a pricetag to it... but I was at a healthy weight before becoming obsessed with my image, obsessed with how many calories I eat or how much protein I take in. And I hate it. I hate that I put so much in and see such little in return. I feel like no matter how much I revamp my life it's all in vain.
It's particularly frustrating knowing that how hard I've worked to produce such little results when there are other people that just have this come natural. I shouldn't be jealous, but I am. Honestly. I guess my expectations are just too high, chasing pipe dreams. I don't know what I expect to come of this. I know its just a rut, just a phase I'm stuck in. I don't expect to give up... though recently my designated work-out time has been invaded by other (healthy) hobbies of socializing and such, which is good; I need the downtime and relaxation once in a while, I just have a hard time striking that balance.
Meh whatever, my brains run out of steam to complain -- and complaining never gets anything accomplished anyway. I'll chop this blog up to having a bad day. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm a grump. A crab. So sue me. Tomorrow is another day! Wish me luck.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Just got back recently from my week long camping trip over in southern Michigan. Didn't feel too guilty about missing my regular exercise, as I ended up swimming my butt off most days, or running through towering sand dunes! That's what I call fun! Also went for a midnight hike up to the beach and watched the meteor shower with some friends :)
Now that half my towels smell like delicious campfire, it's time to go back to work! I'm ready; recharged and rejuvenated.
Speaking of which, I recently got another job! This will be job number 3; 1 full time position, and 2 part time positions. I'm very excited for this one! I was hired as a Clinical Research Technician for a clinic that does drug trials on people, so essentially a bunch of blood work, lab work, monitoring vitals, etc. Fun stuff!
But the best news of all is I've begun seeing a wonderful gal who goes by the name of Kristin... but for now I'll leave that treasure to meself, yarr!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I kicked the habit. Hopefully once and for all!! I smoked my last cigarette as of July 15th 2012! :)
It wasn't even nearly as hard as I thought it would be -- not like the other times. But then again, I wasn't smoking very heavily to begin with. It was simple... I hadn't truly planned on quitting that day... I knew I wanted to quit, and as part of an ultimatum I wanted to quit by at least August 4th (the day I am leaving for a vacation).
That morning, I woke up with one smoke left in the pack and decided that was it. I simply was not going to buy another pack. Could it really be that easy?
I know I have a lot of smoker friends... and also a lot of good friends who look out for me. So I went the extra step. I took a picture of that cigarette, that empty pack, and my lighter. I let everyone I know this was it. The last! I made everyone aware that if I were to ever ask to bum one, buy one, or "borrow" one, to deny me. I let them know if I stumble around drunk one night and try to buy a pack, to smash it. If they ever catch me with one in my mouth, to break it. And last but not least, if any of the above ever happen they get a free body shot (stipulations; no groin or face shots... and probably avoid the stomach if I've had a lot to drink lol)
So that's that! I wipe my hands clean of that awful burden! Yay!
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