So here's a general re-cap of this morning...
Alarm goes off at 6:00 and I immediately start the internal debate between the fat girl and skinny girl inside of my head.
"You know - why don't you stay in bed and do your workout after your 10:30 doctors appointment"
"No. get up"
"Orrrrrr, we could sleep some more, do half later, blah, blah ,blah"
this went on for a while, then I came up with a good solution. The skinny girl in me hit the fat girl over the head and then ate her.
Solved two problems.
So, I climbed out of bed and when my feet hit the floor and a searing wave of heat ripped up the back of my legs...it was originating from my calves. Kind of a pain Tsunami. I gimped my way over to brush my teeth- A.) because I practice outstanding oral hygeine and B.) because I wanted to eat my toothpaste.
(I stole that last line from my mother!)
I then hit the 80 degree room upstairs for the one hour of muscle work. It actually seemed a little easier today. And by that I do not mean it was easy - I just mean I wasn't praying for the sweet release of death to end the session. Which is a marked improvement from yesterday.
Ahhhh, but then came the 40 minutes of cardio (this is generally when I hear James leave the house as he isn't super crazy about listening to "Boom Boom Pow" and "Suga" blaring from upstairs at seven thirty in the morning) ...and this morning the cardio was a living nightmare.
Not sure exactly why... but I hit a wall WAY early in the cardio.
I found myself wishing that flogging myself with a cat of nine tails was an option to the cardio - I would have taken it. I would have rocked it out like I was Opus Die. But alas, not an option.
And since I have to push through and stay BY THE BOOK for thirty days, I kept moving and kept trying! There were moments I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld when she danced or maybe a wounded animal ... if either of them were ever soaked in sweat and cursing.
My precious husband went and got me coffee while I struggled through and then I finally held tight to the handrail of the stairs and shook my way back down stairs for breakfast!!!!! I'm so excited to eat BREAKFAST!!! what's for breakfast today??? I look it up...half a grapefruit..
I believe my exact response was "Are you shitting me?".
I don't even like Grapefruit. Ironically, those of you that know me know my favorite cocktail is Vodka & Grapefruit, so I found myself wanting to pour some Vodka into my bullshit half grapefruit and make it a little more exciting. But I didn't. But I wanted to. Seems to be that there is a drunk girl inside of me as well. We'll eat her another day.
Lunch is grilled chicken with broccoli and tomatoes. That may sound boring - but it is served with a side of bland and seasoned with air.
and you know what... it all tastes pretty dang good to me!
I felt less like I was going to throw up today!!! woo hoo!
Tonight I have dinner with some friends. I have called ahead to the chef and asked him if he coud remove all, salt, oil, butter and consequently flavor from my meal so it would be on target. He laughed and said he would.
So - five days in to a thirty day haul ... I'm asking myself ....is it worth it???
WEIGHT: I'm down six pounds!
CELLULITE: I sware it is already 70% better! sware!
ENERGY: maybe improving a little - still want to lay down and rest a lot. but no longer feel like Ive got the flu.
DENIM: I put on jeans this morning that I wore last weekend and had to take them back off...cause they were too big!
so... hell yeah it's worth it!
This thing may kill me...but at least I'll go down in a size four coffin!
Thanks for the support, everyone.
It really helps!
twenty five more days....
all BY THE BOOK.