omg i'm old
Mar. 4th, 2005 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideMy arms, they are a-hurtin'.
It's been a weirdly tiring week. I was talking to Jeff about it, and I think I need to go to bed earlier. I tucked myself in around 10:30 last night, but I think that next week, I'm gong to try to get a bit more sleep and make up some of the fatigue-debt I've accumulated. And oh, how I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow! Purr.
I sure as hell didn't want to go to Amanda's last night. So I sat in my office, irritably trying to justify skipping. I even sneezed pointedly a few times. But like Tuesday, I know if I skip once, it opens the floodgates of sloth and it'll be me, a bag of potato chips, and the couch--for all eternity. So I went, and unlike Tuesday's limp-a-thon, I had a decent workout.
However, I need to be less retarded about the whole thing. I really, randomly, want to be able to do the Precor Elliptical machine. Amy loves it, Sarah loves, Miss Alli loves it. Godfuckingdammit, I want to love it, too. So the last 4 times at the gym, I've tried to add it to my routine. Problem is, it really hurts the bottom of my foot. Yeah, the bottom of it. No idea why. It hurts really badly. Grrrrrr. So I ignored it, thinking I'd get used to it. I was raised with the concept that if it hurts, it's probably because you aren't trying hard enough. But man, it really hurts. And not in a good way.
Sarah: Um, so stop using it?
Me: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
But after yesterday, I realized I was being stupid. I've been getting a phenomenal workout on the treadmill. And when I switch from Precor to treadmill, I start off slower because the bottom of my foot hurts so damn bad. Urgh. Anyhow. No soup for me. I might try the Precor periodically down the line, but back to a solid joint-destroying workout for now. My knees may creak after the treadmill, but it's not active pain like with the Precor.
Then up to Amanda's Workshop of Pain. It was a good class, she beat the shit out of our arms. Ow ow ow. But it went well, I felt stronger. Not quite ready to move up to another weight level, but maybe soon.
I got home and desperately wanted to order a pizza. I could taste the tomato sauce and mozzarella. But, instead, I ate 400 bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. Mmm, crunchy. Not pizza, but not bad, either. Although, and this is probably TMI, my stomach woke me up at 3am shrieking, "OMFG TOO MUCH FIBER!!"
Time to go to work, but it's FRIDAY! Yay!
It's been a weirdly tiring week. I was talking to Jeff about it, and I think I need to go to bed earlier. I tucked myself in around 10:30 last night, but I think that next week, I'm gong to try to get a bit more sleep and make up some of the fatigue-debt I've accumulated. And oh, how I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow! Purr.
I sure as hell didn't want to go to Amanda's last night. So I sat in my office, irritably trying to justify skipping. I even sneezed pointedly a few times. But like Tuesday, I know if I skip once, it opens the floodgates of sloth and it'll be me, a bag of potato chips, and the couch--for all eternity. So I went, and unlike Tuesday's limp-a-thon, I had a decent workout.
However, I need to be less retarded about the whole thing. I really, randomly, want to be able to do the Precor Elliptical machine. Amy loves it, Sarah loves, Miss Alli loves it. Godfuckingdammit, I want to love it, too. So the last 4 times at the gym, I've tried to add it to my routine. Problem is, it really hurts the bottom of my foot. Yeah, the bottom of it. No idea why. It hurts really badly. Grrrrrr. So I ignored it, thinking I'd get used to it. I was raised with the concept that if it hurts, it's probably because you aren't trying hard enough. But man, it really hurts. And not in a good way.
Sarah: Um, so stop using it?
Me: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
But after yesterday, I realized I was being stupid. I've been getting a phenomenal workout on the treadmill. And when I switch from Precor to treadmill, I start off slower because the bottom of my foot hurts so damn bad. Urgh. Anyhow. No soup for me. I might try the Precor periodically down the line, but back to a solid joint-destroying workout for now. My knees may creak after the treadmill, but it's not active pain like with the Precor.
Then up to Amanda's Workshop of Pain. It was a good class, she beat the shit out of our arms. Ow ow ow. But it went well, I felt stronger. Not quite ready to move up to another weight level, but maybe soon.
I got home and desperately wanted to order a pizza. I could taste the tomato sauce and mozzarella. But, instead, I ate 400 bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. Mmm, crunchy. Not pizza, but not bad, either. Although, and this is probably TMI, my stomach woke me up at 3am shrieking, "OMFG TOO MUCH FIBER!!"
Time to go to work, but it's FRIDAY! Yay!
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Date: 2005-03-04 05:50 pm (UTC)I accidentally dumped waaaay too much flaxseed meal into my protein shake yesterday morning. And I had a huge salad at lunch. And dinner last night was low-carb (read: nuthin' but fiber) pancakes dipped in sugar-free syrup.
I was baffled as to why I weighed THREE POUNDS MORE this morning when I ate so healthy yesterday ... and then I realized that it's all just sitting there inside me, like time bomb waiting to go off.
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Date: 2005-03-04 10:39 pm (UTC)Maybe you didn't need to know that. But: *hee*
But seriously, a lot of fiber equals a quick reminder course in: The GI Tract and Me.