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2.10.2006 Weight: 297Mood: surprisingly good The process itself may not be the funnest in the world, but if you get up at 5:30 AM to work out, by GOD you feel virtuous (I decided to postpone last night's workout until this morning and try to get a full night's sleep, which I did by some miracle). Unfortunately my beloved didn't replace my SCRUBS disk in the DVD player, so I spent a half hour watching an episode from FIREFLY (which I don't mind -- it's just that I prefer to watch comedies when I'm on the reclining bike). It's also raining again in the DFW metroplex, thank Cthulhu, so I got to walk home from the weight room through a fine mist of droplets. Apparently we're going to have thunderstorms today, and the possibility of some sleet, even. Well, it still is winter, even if the weather down here doesn't usually like to admit it. Nifty new things noticed on the bod -- my arms are getting more and more defined, and the veins in my arms are becoming more apparent. Not a lot of change in my legs, but that should start happening now that I'm finally in a position where I can add squats and half-squats to my leg workout without falling over. Granted, I need to hang onto something when I do a squat in the proper form, but hey, all things will come in their own time. |
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2.09.2006 Weight: 297Mood: not quite as hostile Last night saw some seriously good iron pumping action -- I did bench presses, triceps presses, sitting presses (whatever the hell they're called -- you sit up and press over your head), standing lat pulldowns and crunches. By the time I was finished, I was panting and at peace. Don't tell me that exercise isn't good for stress -- you throw enough iron around, you get real calm in a big hurry. Unfortunately, something I ate earlier didn't agree with me, and I would up spending the hours between midnight and 5:00 AM in the bathroom with an intermittent but roaring case of the runs. The noises coming from my midsection were loud, gurgly and frightening, like Cthulhu rising from the depths. Ia, Ia, salmon with chipotle barbecue sauce fhtagn! Oh. and did you know that Kroger's fruit-flavored pedialyte-alike tastes like salty Tropical flavor Kool-Aid? Now you do. |
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2.08.2006 Lifting weights is a wonderful thing. It strengthens your muscles, increases your metabolism, helps prevent osteoporosis, and gives you lovely definition. It also provides you with a marvelous outlet for the red-misted rage you feel after someone's used an unequal power balance to tear highly undeserved strips off you for a solid hour.Yesterday...was not a good day. Today was slightly better, in that I received numerous expressions of sympathy and a lovely salmon lunch, but there's still a need for some good old-fashioned Eastern European vengeance lingering in my system (this was not helped by an attempt to "smooth things over" that had the feel of "Baby, why do you make me hit you?" topped off with an outright insult to my intelligence). Since the guilty party is quite frankly not worth the jail time, I shall repair to the weight room instead and do bench presses (and yes, I'm aware that if I DID do jail time I could devote a great deal of attention to weightlifting. Somehow, it's not an attractive tradeoff). |
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2.07.2006 Weight: who knows?Mood: fed up with my sleep cycle Well, once again my circadian is completely fuxored -- since I only got about three hours of sleep Sunday night/Monday morning, I crashed yesterday from 5 - 8:00 PM. I actually went back to bed at 10:30 PM, and slept for a great grand four hours -- whee. So I finally decided to get up and do my Monday workout on Tuesday morning -- lat pulldowns, upright rows, dumbell curls, standing lat pulldowns and 15 minutes on the reclining bike. It would probably be easier to lose weight if I wasn't tired/sleeping all the time. It would also be easier not to be tired/sleeping all the time if I didn't have the Most Boring Job in the World, but that's another issue. So it's 5:42 AM, and I'm wondering if it's even worth it to try and get another hour of sleep (the earlier I get into BoringWorld, the earlier I get out), or just suck it up and go for two hours, or just blow it all off, stay up and go in at 6:45 AM. Decisions, decisions. |
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2.06.2006 Weight: no ideaMood: Eh... Well, the bulk of the weekend was spent sleeping like the dead -- judging from the dizziness, the buzzing muscles and the fluctuating temps, I'm assuming I had the flu. Unpleasant, but at least I spent the bulk of the time unconscious. As I was feeling better by yesterday, however, I did 25 minutes on the reclining bike for cardio, and calf raises, straightlegged deadlifts, leg extensions and curls for weights. Yeah, I know, I know -- what about the squats and split squats? This Friday, I promise. I've also discovered another lifesaver -- Pamprin. For reasons known only to my uterus I seem to be starting PMS about five days early this cycle, and yesterday I was ready and eager to rip people's throats out with my teeth. Add cramps, bloating and a general crappy feeling, and I figured, "I've GOT to get something to deal with this." So, while food shopping, I stopped off in the analgesic section and picked up some Pamprin. Oh, my God, it was like night and day -- before, I was a snarling, cramping nightmare. Afterwards, it was like, "Oh, yeah, okay, not a problem, whatever." Holy crap. This is definitely being added to the medicine cabinet, believe me. |
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