I felt like crap Tuesday night, and told Josh I wouldn't be working out. By 10 pm, I was feeling much better, and we decided to head over to my parents' to workout. Crazy. Afterward, we jogged a mile around their neighborhood. CRAZY! I almost threw up 2 feet from my parents' driveway. I was so close to the finish.
We both felt like crap yesterday, so we took the day off, not like we deserved it.
I feel like crap again today, all morning. I think I finally got out of bed by 11:45 am. Almost noon. Yeah, fantastic fitness plan. I've had a peculiar headache since then, with pressure behind my eyes and parts of my scalp. This sucks.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
2 Week Update
14 days or so have passed since I officially began this self-imposed torture. I can't say, though, what is more torture - denying myself what I have not in the past few years, or the struggle and toll placed on my body and my mind by the results of not denying and disciplining myself.
I would say that this whole endeavor is evidence and support for the latter being much worse.
Okay. First week was pretty lame. I missed a few workouts, and indulged a bit too much in foods. The second week was better, punctuated by a wedding weekend in Geneva, WI, where I did a good job keeping portions and helpings small, and stopping with one helping, even at the wedding!
This week, number 3, is off to a much better start, thanks in most part to Jenny jumping on board and putting herself on a diet. Working together makes it so much easier for me to stay on track.
Josh and I got a workout in last night. I weighed myself afterward, and I'm down to 275 lbs., which is good considering I've really only been on this for a week, and I had a lot of water during the workout.
I kind of surprised myself with my workout. We started late, so we clipped it down to just bench, and we figured we'd see about where we were with our 1 rep max. I thought I'd be struggling around 225 lbs. (which at one point around a year and a half ago, I repped 24 times!), but I didn't struggle until 295 lbs., and only at the very bottom. Josh said he barely helped me. We both wrapped up with a few negatives, me at 315 lbs., and then a failure set. I managed to eek out 225 lbs. x 7 reps. I've got a lot of catching up to do.
The biggest thing is my morning routine. Actually, it's my lack thereof. If I was getting up earlier and running, even a lazy mile around the neighbor, I know I'd be seeing much better results with burning fat. It's just so hard! I freaking hate mornings. Thank God for adderall!
I would say that this whole endeavor is evidence and support for the latter being much worse.
Okay. First week was pretty lame. I missed a few workouts, and indulged a bit too much in foods. The second week was better, punctuated by a wedding weekend in Geneva, WI, where I did a good job keeping portions and helpings small, and stopping with one helping, even at the wedding!
This week, number 3, is off to a much better start, thanks in most part to Jenny jumping on board and putting herself on a diet. Working together makes it so much easier for me to stay on track.
Josh and I got a workout in last night. I weighed myself afterward, and I'm down to 275 lbs., which is good considering I've really only been on this for a week, and I had a lot of water during the workout.
I kind of surprised myself with my workout. We started late, so we clipped it down to just bench, and we figured we'd see about where we were with our 1 rep max. I thought I'd be struggling around 225 lbs. (which at one point around a year and a half ago, I repped 24 times!), but I didn't struggle until 295 lbs., and only at the very bottom. Josh said he barely helped me. We both wrapped up with a few negatives, me at 315 lbs., and then a failure set. I managed to eek out 225 lbs. x 7 reps. I've got a lot of catching up to do.
The biggest thing is my morning routine. Actually, it's my lack thereof. If I was getting up earlier and running, even a lazy mile around the neighbor, I know I'd be seeing much better results with burning fat. It's just so hard! I freaking hate mornings. Thank God for adderall!
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