grrrr

[verbicide]

My back and stomach muscles are spasming in pain from Amanda's class yesterday. Just sitting hurts. OW.

I only lost 1lb despite working my ass off and keeping on points all week. Grrr. But since my pattern has been to lose 3lbs, gain back 2, the main goal I set for myself was to lose whatever for four consecutive weeks. So I'm going to buckle down this week and be a little less slothful over the weekend and hopefully see a better loss next week.

My treadmill time was a little slower last night, but it was because I was on the crappy machine that I hate. I switched after 9 minutes when one of the 'good' ones became available. Hopefully Thursday will be better. I'm also going to add an aerobics class in on Wednesday nights at home, I've decided. I'm trying to build up slowly, but I'm ready to do more. I wish the Ballard pool hours didn't suck, because I would like to add in swimming after work a few nights a week, too.

Gah, I want a mental health day, but I can't have one because there's an important, time-sensitive project at work and a planning meeting I need to attend at 4. So must suck it up and go go go.

Happily, though, I didn't wake up exhausted, but was relatively awake at 7:30. So that's good. It's because I resisted the charms of the alluring diet pepsi, see? See? And resisted the urge to stay up until 3am watching Veronica Mars.

Had yet another weird dream involving Sarah. We were all at a giant concert stadium, but we decided to go shopping while waiting for the show to begin. So we crawled over people to get out. Wandered around whatever store. Then started to head back. But instead of just walking back the way we can, Sarah insisted we try an alternative route. Which meant crawling through a manhole, down into this underwater chamber (we apparently had no trouble breathing down there). These three bitchy, barbie-doll-esque blonde girls crawled in, too. And I whispered to Sarah that I was worried they were going to take our spot. She whispered back to just wait and see. A few minutes later, one of the blonde girls said something bitchy. And the water formed a wave-thingie and ejected her. The same thing eventually happened to the other two girls. Sarah grinned at me. I was whining about something, and she said we had to get back to the concert/show. So we swam to the door, and I thought she wanted me to jump down. So I did. And I flew all the way to the front of the stage and landed hard into a seat. Where I promptly began rocking violently back and forth until the nice guy behind me leaned forward and said, "Ok, that is not okay." and I apologized and stopped, peering over my shoulder at Sarah and KC and everyone else way up in the stands. I have no idea what the show was.

There was more, but I can't remember it. Man I need some advil. Cause yeowch. *hobbles off*

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Re: Thanks :)

[lietya.livejournal.com]

oh, believe me, I've got some serious fat to lose before anyone could even *find* the muscle. :)

20 pounds is pretty heavy, depending on what you're doing with it. I still can't handle more than a 10-pound dumbbell.

Re: Thanks :)

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

For things like triceps curls (*hiss*) I use a 3lb dumbbell. But I'm going to move up to the 5lb (so it'll be 10lbs on those behind the head/back lifts). We use this weighted bar (I currently use the 10, so actually I lied--I think the blue bar is actually 15, and the red is 20, oops). And we do one-handed biceps curls with it and lunges, and back exercises, and squats, and chest presses, etc. All matter of sweat-inducing work.

I'm finding that the yellow bar is getting too easy. (Finally!)

It's nice to get to the point where I sorta-kinda look forward to my workout days. Instead of panic-stricken dread.

Re: Thanks :)

[lietya.livejournal.com]

Yay! That does sound pretty impressive, actually. It's also good to see progress; that's pretty much what keeps me going.