Oy (and a 5K)

Back. Hiatus.

Pie. White Chili. Soda. Dear sweet baby Jesus soda. Sonic Blast. Chocolate Milk. CAKE. That's what memory serves, but I know there has to be more than just that. It was a bad week of reversion.

However. Understanding this, I came back hard at the gym at the office and a particular hard assault at the Y.

First off, the more reps, lower weight idea is paying off dividends. And by dividends, I mean my chest hurts today. A lot. I'm doing my final set of 4 at 225 without fear of dropping it on me. Each final lift is getting stronger.

Now to the laughable:

Ran my first "5K" last night. AKA, me, on the treadmill, running a programmed 5K. I'm pretty sure if it was the real deal, they would have closed up shop and left by the time I reached the finish. I'm embarrassed to say, but given I thought I broke the treadmill when it hit "60:00", I can think only that it only gets better from there.

62:19. 5K. 3.48 miles. Aka, the 17:53 minute mile! Ugh. I've got no endurance.

Meant to mention first time out, however, that even after my binge, I was still down a lb from my last weigh-in 1.5 weeks ago. (256).

Monster

BLOWN diet today. Pablano's, vitamins, a cup of Mt. Dew, and now, in dire need of energy, a Monster and all it's 200 calories of sugary terribleness.

Couple that with not going tonight and I feel like Hell about it, but I feel like I need it to get through the rest of this day.

Sick

Missed last night. I get off work at 7, was asleep by 8. Woke up at 10, stayed up 'til 1. Back up again at 7:15. Whole family has something, and as much as I was hoping to dodge it: nope. Hard cough and general cruddiness. Laying low again tonight.

Chest

I think I need to lower the weight and up the reps. I've been doing my bench press, and I don't feel tired by the end. My bench is getting outta control. 225x6 at the end of a workout. Yeah.

Made a smoothie with a bunch of fruit in it last night and it turned into dinner. I'm not loosing weight, but I'm changing my structure. I can feel it all building. I didnt want to go to the gym last night, but I made myself anyway. Turned, as usual, into a fantastic workout.

Chipotle for lunch. Legs tonight. No lunch workout today. I need to reduce my caloric intake by a bit more. The working out is easy enough; it's the diet that I really have to focus on.

Chest warmup

Completely not feeling it at lunch, but made myself anyway.

Arms are reminded that they are supposed to get it together.

Subway for lunch. Guessing ~700 calories for the meal, including the milk. Today has been a serving (or so) of Almonds, Coffee, and Subway. Whatever is for dinner will determine the total calorie count today.

I'm pushing against everything in me that doesn't want to workout right now, and I'm ashamed to say it. Trying to find the vigor of before that made it so easy to want to get up and out.

Fish Oil

Burping fish oil is not my idea of a good time.

And it happens every time. Grrr.

Lifts planned for today. Back to the grinding; need to continue with the seriousness.

Nadda

No workout yesterday, nothing today. Trying to minimize my calore intake as means to prevent any loss, but sheer guilt is kicking in. Getting a lot done around the house, but that doesn't capture the guilty feeling I have.

Bleh. I'm a little depressed the last two days, sadly, and I think that's sapping my desire.

Subsisto Ieiunium

Someone asked me what that means. It's Latin for "Stay Hungry."

Which I am a lot lately.

Paying for the leg workout yesterday. Targeted calves, and they're letting me know they got the message. Quads are sore from the heavy squats, and skipped the Dead Lift from a screaming back. It decided to just give up about 10PM last night. Fell asleep on the couch.

Arms today. Usually enjoy these days. Wife's out of town this weekend, so may do 2-a-days the next couple of days to shock the system.

Legs Today

Still back trouble, but nothing directly workout-affecting. Didn't really want to go.

Went anyway. Obviously always glad when it turns out. Wasn't the hardest workout ever, but I did get some tips by paying attention to a conversation right next to me.

And then I heard him ask the other guy if he wanted 'roids. The guy expressed concerns that he wanted to start MMA fighting and knew that they test for that. The other guy's response: "You have to give up some things in order to get other things."

Yeah. Like, you know, your HEART. Or your liver. Who needs kidneys anyway?

I have to admit I thought about them once, and taking the shortcut, but after research, I've since put the idea out of my head.

Pushed harder on the elliptical today. Wasn't feeling it, considering I forgot my iPod, but I got an update on my Facebook acct stating that I looked like I had lost weight in my face. That was all I needed. The little things, you know.

Another day, another weight lifted. Subsisto Ieiunium.

Update

Ate the cake. Yeah, I know. 2 pieces. Extra frosting.

On the upside, I had no craving for sugar the rest of the day.

Didn't run, didn't elliptical; just setup my new Mac Mini and got things going. I sat down and watched the Ab Ripper X off the P90X disc set. Holy sh*t my abs hurt *just watching* that video. I plan on incorporating this into my workout regime.

I think the protein shake, the corrected diet, and the rest I gave my back last night translated into a fantastic workout over the lunch break. My arms are f'n PUMPED. I started with some light weights to test out the tenderness. No major pain, a little tenderness, but otherwise my arms and chest are bulging right now.

And so we sally forth.

There's cake in the break room

... the same breakroom I use to fill up my water on a day when I already had my week's pop.

Those bastards.

Ever get the feeling that everything is working against your success? It's as though the universe wants you to flow with it as opposed to fight back upstream.

C'est la vie.

Agitated

I think the Flexoril is making me edgy. I'm snappy and otherwise unpleasant to be around.

Workout last night

Elliptical. 1 30-minute weight loss program, and then 30 minutes of a "Performance Uphill". Yeah. Eff that.

Home, protein shake, Flexoril, conversation with the wife, and passed OUT.

Flexoril

Boo.

It is making me tired, there is no muscle relief, and HOLY HELL it makes me feel weird.

I was just bragging these things don't affect me, too. Eyes are wobbling, and I've got a strong hunger.

And then...

Was midway through a pretty good lunch-time workout.

Picked up 35s to do one-arm curls. Thought I was stretched; guess not.

Second set at 35, and POP. Sharp, white pain. The middle-right of my back is ANGRY. Feels pulled. We'll see.

Gonna try the elliptical tonight, skip the weights, and hit it with the Flexoril.

Ouch.

Faded.

I post like a crazed madman, and then a few days off has me in a slump.

Friday's workout blew.

Saturday, never got a chance to get there.

Sunday. Bloody Sunday.

Today didn't start well. Trying to keep a good attitude, but man, I didn't get good sleep. That translates throughout the day. Hopefully a lunch-time run at my upperbody will kick that.