Mixed results this past week. Amazon Amy kicked my butt into gear on Saturday morning. There was one exercise where my legs were locked into the bench at a 45 degree angle, I’m holding my upper body up and twisting to the side, then throwing a 12 pound medicine ball on the ground and catching it on its way up. Then switch to the other side. I hope I’m explaining this well, it was intense and I barely made it through three repetitions of eight each.
On Sunday, I rested.
Then another sweaty Monday evening workout with Amy.
Tuesday, I walk/jogged for 40 minutes on the treadmill and 5 minutes on the stair-climber. I tried to channel my inner Jedi and mind-trick myself into climbing longer, but I just couldn’t. That machine is the devil.
Wednesday I was in a really foul mood. I woke up grumpy and it carried throughout my day, I haven’t really shaken it off yet (though I am wearing very bright colors and jingly bracelets to confuse my mind into thinking that I am actually happy.) I ate a sourdough turkey/swiss sammich for lunch (with lemon water!) It pretty much canceled out the workout the night before. And since my afternoon had no resolution for my attitude, I decided that I didn’t want to go to the gym. I went home where X had bubbled me up a bubble bath, drank some wine, watched Looney Tunes cartoons from the 70s and ate shrimp alfredo. Yes, I’m serious. I ate an entire bowl of shrimp pasta alfredo from Joes. It was delicious. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.
So MUST get to the gym tonight. Salad and chicken breast for dinner. Think healthy... think healthy... maybe hit the punching bags a few times to see if I can get rid of some of this bad juju.