Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Seriously?
Breakfast at 4:45am, Workout #4 at 6am. We're up, we've eaten our huge power packed breakfast and we're ready for our ass kickin. We walk in the door to Adolphus saying "Good morning - you're not going to like me very much today." What did I say earlier? Adolphus is a very honest man.
Legs. Again. Except this time, we worked everything except the front of my legs. I learned one more thing about Adolphus today - he cannot count. When he's counting down from 20, at 7, he jumps back up to 12, sometimes 15. That's not fair. Isn't there something in the Constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? Anyway - he split us up today - Jared was all the way across the gym and we were doing completely different exercises. I can't tell whether he's (1) worried that Jared and I are competing against each other which could be unhealthy for our relationship or (2) that he's scared that we outnumber him and might take him down if he "mis-counts" again. Likely the latter. We both nearly threw up again. One word - intense.
So far, I'm not experiencing the same difficulties walking, sitting down (car, chair and/or toilet) as I was after our last leg workout - Good thing now that I'm drinking vanilla flavored dog crap with "digestive enzymes."
So far, my leg pain is not preventing me from wearing heels. I'm going to watch the last night of prelims at Miss Texas tonight for some motivation (and to watch Taylor, who was my teen when I was Miss Longview, as a beautiful accomplished young woman competing for Miss Texas!) Seriously, nothing makes you want to lose weight more than hanging out with old friends from the "pageant days" (and watching a bunch of skinny b*tches march across the stage in high heels and a swimsuit and remember when you used to be their size). Maybe this will re-motivate me since the scale is not doing the trick.
Legs. Again. Except this time, we worked everything except the front of my legs. I learned one more thing about Adolphus today - he cannot count. When he's counting down from 20, at 7, he jumps back up to 12, sometimes 15. That's not fair. Isn't there something in the Constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? Anyway - he split us up today - Jared was all the way across the gym and we were doing completely different exercises. I can't tell whether he's (1) worried that Jared and I are competing against each other which could be unhealthy for our relationship or (2) that he's scared that we outnumber him and might take him down if he "mis-counts" again. Likely the latter. We both nearly threw up again. One word - intense.
So far, I'm not experiencing the same difficulties walking, sitting down (car, chair and/or toilet) as I was after our last leg workout - Good thing now that I'm drinking vanilla flavored dog crap with "digestive enzymes."
So far, my leg pain is not preventing me from wearing heels. I'm going to watch the last night of prelims at Miss Texas tonight for some motivation (and to watch Taylor, who was my teen when I was Miss Longview, as a beautiful accomplished young woman competing for Miss Texas!) Seriously, nothing makes you want to lose weight more than hanging out with old friends from the "pageant days" (and watching a bunch of skinny b*tches march across the stage in high heels and a swimsuit and remember when you used to be their size). Maybe this will re-motivate me since the scale is not doing the trick.
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