Saturday, January 26, 2008
"Getting stronger..."
I think the best part about getting in shape is finally starting to happen, and it is proof that I should listen to Ray Ray the Killer and stay away from the scale! I think I'm starting to lose inches. And, really? Who cares what the hell the scale says when you're losing pant sizes? I had forgotten this feeling. Before when I was a gym junkie, I really didn't even lose that much weight. I mean I lost a total of 70lbs, but I had lost 50 on my own, then gained back 20, and then lost the other 50 with Aaron the Beast, but I lost more inches than that. It's that whole formula thing where you gain muscle, and it weighs the same as fat, but takes up less space, and when you have more lean muscle than fat...blah blah blah...it all equals "looking smaller". It's giving me extra motivation.
My motivation for getting to the gym today to work out with Ray Ray the Killer, and trying to eat right is that I feel thinner...and I really need my boobs to be smaller! They're killing me. Seriously. Killing me. I bought a new sports bra...but they suck...I have to wear it over my regular bra for it to do any good. So, losing weight will make my boobs smaller...PLUS, once I get off the weight I gained back, I can get the breast reduction I desperately want!
*Please...if you are a guy, even if you're one of my friends...please don't make any comments about me being "dumb" for getting rid of my boobs, etc, etc, etc. It just makes you look like an insensitive pig. You don't know what it costs me physically to lug these things around. And for what? Your viewing pleasure? Give me a break!
My motivation for getting to the gym today to work out with Ray Ray the Killer, and trying to eat right is that I feel thinner...and I really need my boobs to be smaller! They're killing me. Seriously. Killing me. I bought a new sports bra...but they suck...I have to wear it over my regular bra for it to do any good. So, losing weight will make my boobs smaller...PLUS, once I get off the weight I gained back, I can get the breast reduction I desperately want!
*Please...if you are a guy, even if you're one of my friends...please don't make any comments about me being "dumb" for getting rid of my boobs, etc, etc, etc. It just makes you look like an insensitive pig. You don't know what it costs me physically to lug these things around. And for what? Your viewing pleasure? Give me a break!
Friday, January 04, 2008
Beginning of 2008 Boot Camp
So, things got off to a great start on Wednesday. I hit the gym hardcore...thanks to Ray Ray the Killer. He said his New Year's quote is "Buckle Up!"...which means basically that I have a shitload of work to do this month. And I really need to "suck it up". We switched from doing MPT workouts to MDT...it hurts, whatever the hell it is. It's 4 sets of 10 of everything I do. We did legs on Wednesday, and I thought I was going to die. That works out to...hmmm...80 lunges. Which really, really sucks. And I was in so much pain last night, that I was actually going into shock...I got all shivery and stuff.
So...it started off great...and then thanks to Maria, I ate a dozen tamales that her mom made for me. They were delicious...but bad, bad, bad. And then yesterday...thank you, Andrea...Pappasito's. Delicious again...but bad, bad, bad! But, I'm not going to beat myself up over it.
I'm on my way to the gym now to do my upper body workout and 30 minutes of cardio.
So...it started off great...and then thanks to Maria, I ate a dozen tamales that her mom made for me. They were delicious...but bad, bad, bad. And then yesterday...thank you, Andrea...Pappasito's. Delicious again...but bad, bad, bad! But, I'm not going to beat myself up over it.
I'm on my way to the gym now to do my upper body workout and 30 minutes of cardio.
