Have you ever just been moody? I feel moody today. Oh the fun of being a woman. I have no idea what the cause is exactly. Is it the working out? Probably not, though I am sore.* Is it the lack of processed foods and sugars? That’s entirely possible. It is a huge kink in my average life. Which is ok, it was obviously an unhealthy life, but today is the first day I miss it. I mean, really really miss it. I would do things for chocolate or a drink right now. I ache, I’m moody, and my IDGAF is on and roaring. Is it just getting close to “that time?” Maybe. That doesn’t really matter. All I know is the cravings are strong today, and I don’t much care for it.
This morning I started out ok. I definitely debated not going to work out today because I am just sore, not because I didn’t want to. I do genuinely like going to this work out.** We did front squats, this crazy kneeling to box jump thing, and then three rounds of dead lifts, ring dips and double unders.*** Today is the first time I’ve shed tears. Every day I’ve been doing squats, and running and all this craziness**** and in one of the areas where we could do ring dips, my legs were relatively close to the ground. I am not able to lift my weight so I appreciate that I was able to have my legs down, but how low I was hurt every part of my legs. Ass Kicker encouraged me to finish my 15 reps there (which I’m grateful for in a weird masochistic way) but after that I was able to be a little higher and it was 100% better. I could concentrate on my arms and doing the lifts.
After that I went to the spa and got a wax and massage. The lady worked me over and it was crazy painful but it was good (also in a probably masochistic way) and now I’m just resting. I’m taking a hot bath tonight, and then heading to work out again in the morning.
Today I had beef sausage and an egg for breakfast, a half chicken grill for lunch (skipped the four large pieces of naan bread, which I normally love btw) and I’m cooking steak, asparagus and one other veggie. Not sure what yet.
* Like, reeeeally really sore. I cry a little when I move right now. Not like, sharp bad pain, but just sore.
** Though I am beginning to be apprehensive as I’m walking towards the gym. Ass Kicker is in no way afraid to bring the pain. Every day seems to be a big challenge where I need to push myself more than I ever have before. Every. Day.
*** I’m not there yet, I’ve been jump roping for now.
**** Not bad craziness. Good craziness. I only consider it craziness because before the only time I was squatting was to sit.