Sunday, July 15, 2012
I am SO stiff and sore today, in spite of the fact I was unable to finish the full workout yesterday. I'm definitely paying the price of my laziness. My butt feels like it's been beaten by a baseball bat, my shoulders are screaming, my thighs... let's not talk about my thighs.
Today is recovery, and tomorrow, I'm going to boot camp again. Just an hour, though... I know better. ;)
It feels good to feel bad again.
In other news: Pray for my youngest. She's got an infected lymph node, and is doing her best chipmunk impression. With a fever.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
So I finally went back to the gym this morning. For the first time in almost four weeks.
It really felt like I was starting from square one. I had to go down in weights, exercises I've done hundreds of times before (literally) felt like I'd never done them, ever. My feet felt like lead.
I even had to give up in yoga; after an hour of boot camp, 20 minutes of yoga nearly killed me. So I slipped out, grabbed the kid, and left.
I also felt just absolutely like I'd hit the wall. Haven't had that happen in a long time. I got home, and had to have carbs and protein like... stat.
But, I feel great. It felt good to get up, and get moving and sweaty. I'm going to be sore, I can tell. But this makes me feel a lot better.
I know I'm not starting from square one, but man, today it feels like it. I'll be glad when I get back into the routine. Won't be tomorrow, since all the classes at the gym are cancelled, but I might go for a family walk, depending on how bad the DOMS are.
Ah. I like to move.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Okay, I want to thank each and every one of you for voting for me as a Spark people motivator. It means a lot to me, and makes me thankful I know each and every one of you.
I'm glad that you have found my words here to be worthwhile,and I hope I can continue the trust you've given me.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
My husband's been complaining about his weight a lot lately. FRankly, he has put on some weight; if I had to guess, about 30 lbs. This isn't too bad, as he had actually lost about 20 lbs because he stopped eating due to his extreme depression, and was put on appetite stimulants.
The problem is, he's not exercising... at all. I have always wanted him to exercise with me, and once in a while, I can get him to take a family walk with me. But lately, he isn't even doing that.
My problem is that he's getting less sexually attractive to me. I don't want to tel lhim that, because that would destroy his remaining self esteem (of which he has little enough) but it's making it VERY hard for me to be intimate with him... which is making it worse.
Any time he starts complaining, I make suggestions. "How about eating more veggies?"
He eats terribly. You can see his thought patterns when he prepares meals for the girls, too. When he makes lunch, this is an average plate (an example from today):
The day before:
Here's what I made them the last time I made lunch (and it took me like, two minutes.)
See a pattern here?
It's really frustrating, because he sees what I'm doing. He knows it works. We talk about it a lot... the small changes.
I can't force him into this. He has to make the decision himself. When he's ready, I'll be here. But I'm tired of dealing with the moping, the comments, the looks. The worst part is how he always stares at me and makes comments like "You're going to leave me."
I'm so tired of the insecurity.
I'll keep soldiering on. But I wish to hell he'd join me in the march.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Music is one of those things that affects everyone, all over the world. From the most primitive tribe in the deepest jungle, to the most sophisticated socialite in a tower in New York City, music is threaded throughout our lives.
For many of us, we rely on it for motivation, for distraction, for just plain entertainment.
I love music. When I write, I prefer to have some kind of music playing. I've taken a liking to electronic, and really have a fondness for industrial sounds. I like gritty instrumentality.
When I'm working out, I love music. It can make me take a few steps faster, go a bit longer, get into the zone and go longer and stronger.
Everyone has different tastes, though; what moves me might make your teeth itch! Some pop music I like, but don't you dare come near me with country or rap. Well, there's one or two country songs I like, but they're rare.
So what music moves you? Do you rock out to classics? Step up with pop? Groove with dance? Or something else entirely?
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