Today I made it to Combat... and Pump, for the first two hour workout since last Saturday. I was wishing my friends were here again to motivate me through it all.... I still made it through the whole thing, it was just a lot less fun. It was a hard Combat and it didn't help that they chose one of my least favorite songs, the one with the crazy amount of lunges and where you hop back and forth between each leg for lunges. It was most unpleasant, but I suffered through it and moved on.
It was a bad week as far as working out goes. I made it to the gym Christmas Eve for 30 minutes of cardio. I wanted to stay longer but I was freaking out about everything that needed to be done and was still anxious about the fact that my boss had to go to the hospital that morning during work and no one knew what was going on for most of the day. So I got really busy because all of a sudden I was doing all of her work plus other people's work and no one really had even asked me to step in, I just did it. Christmas day was a lot less stressful.... Don and I made it to the gym that afternoon for an hour of cardio and then I went to my sister's house and probably ate double the calories I had burned. Yesterday I fit in about 40 minutes of cardio and a few weights. I felt like my whole body was made of lead and it was really difficult to keep moving. I laid on the couch most of the evening eating pizza and watching a silly movie on TV. That's why this morning I had to give myself a wake-up call and I weighed myself.... Four pounds up since last Saturday. Bad. Very bad. That's why I made myself follow through the two hours. Tonight we're going to a friend's house for dinner and wine. When will all the food madness stop? Don't they all know I have no self control? Here's hoping I can muster some up!
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I agree about the hoping lunges. That is the worst combat track there is. But I have to say the one we did last week was almost as bad; with all those lunges and squats its really hard to stick around for Pump.
It is more fun to go with friends. I know that is strange, since it's not like you can do a lot of talking. But you can give each other looks, and you don't feel as embarrassed when you do something wrong. I hope we didn't spoil you, because now I hate going alone.
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