This morning I had a visit to the dentist's office that kind of threw a wrench in things, although I wasn't going to hit the gym in the morning anyway. Again food-wise things were okay, but I'm really just mostly eating snacks, or (still healthy) staples that don't really make me feel like I'm making huge strides in my diet.
I went to the gym tonight, and powered through two ab circuits, where I had a happy moment -- being able to do a full minute of abdominal crunches on the machine that I hate. I mean, yes, it was only on 10 lbs, but I have never been able to do just keep going consistently. So I was really proud of that moment, and then another moment when I hit the treadmill for 45 minutes, and was running on a 4.5 with a 5.0 incline. It did burn me out a bit, but I kept on (mostly) running for the 45 minutes with only a couple of quick breaks here and there.
I moved over to the tricep machine, and then to free weight bicep curls in front of the mirror, which really kind of just made me feel like a sack of shit because 1.) having to stare at my fat marks in my arms was not empowering in any way, 2.) feeling invisible because this stupid couple standing in front of me and not caring, and 3.) lifting 20 lbs and struggling is an embarrassing amount of weight. Ugh.
I came home early to hang out with Mike, who was fast asleep on the couch and wouldn't wake up. Took Mookie for a quick walk around the block (FUCK it's cold), and then came home to eat a hard-boiled egg, to find out Mike had eaten them all. I know it's such a stupid thing to get mad about, but like I made those eggs so I could eat them after a workout. I made 6 eggs and got to eat 2 before they were gone. So yes, really stupid thing to be angry over, I think I am just overly tired and need to play some Rock Band.
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