Monthly Archives: August 2010

The importance of eating

Yesterday taught me a new lesson, eating is a good thing.

I decided to take a half day off from work (the second half, of course) so that I could do some running around and get in a workout before the weekend.

You see, this weekend is our first anniversary and we’re headed down to Niagara-on-the-Lake to stay at a fancy pants resort/hotel. We ended up with a wine tour package that includes the hotel driving us around to tour 3 wineries, a bottle of wine in our room, dinner at their 4 diamond restaurant and (of course) a nights stay. Needless to say, workouts are one of the last things from my mind right now, although the resort does have (apparently) the best hotel gym in the country.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand, food. I had ordered an anniversary cake from the bakery that made our wedding cake to be picked up at23pm Friday. I figured that I’d work until noon, head over the gym near my work, get in my workout, and then head over to pick up the cake. I planned on having a snack around 10, then protein powder in water around 11:30 to tide me over until after I was done my workout.

Well, it ended up that I had a few things to finish up at work and didn’t leave until 1pm. A 45min-1hour workout and then a half our drive to pick up the cake would have meant I’d be late, so I opted to run some errands, pick up the cake, drop it off at home and then go to my normal gym.

Well, by the time I got home it was 3pm. I hadn’t had much to eat, so I had a piece of bread quickly and then hit the gym.

I had a great workout, but I was constantly battling acid reflux and nausea. If I needed to, I took a quick sit to calm my stomach, but man, I pushed it. I made it a priority to lift more/heavier than last time and I did, for all of the exercises. I even went to failure on my last set of underhand-grip lat pulldowns!

Needless to say, when I got home I felt like absolute crap. That is, until I had some food. Clearly I was under fueled yesterday. I think that next time I do something like this that’s outta the norm, I need to come prepared with more snacks!

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Stage 7, take 2

Well, I decided.  I’m going to do the Stage 7 workouts a second time.  I think that the way I’m going to make it most challenging is to get in 3 workouts a week.  The first way through, I only managed about 1.5 workouts a week, and, well, that’s just unacceptable.

So, today was Workout 1 again.  Aka, the workout that won.  And I must say, just getting over that mentally was a bit tough.  Those damn static lunges with rear leg elevated is seriously going to be the end of me.  Last time I did them I had to sub in regular lunges for the last 2 sets due to a weird pinchy pain in my hips.  Today, I braved through it and just got ‘er done.

So, my next workout will likely be Friday morning (I think I’ll take the day off, and hit the gym in the middle of the morning) and then not again until Monday, since this weekend we’re celebrating our first anniversary, and wine tasting and weight lifting don’t really go hand in hand.

Today was better

Weigh in Wednesday wasn’t quite so sucky today.  176.8 is not 177 so I’m happier.

I finished Stage 7 Workout 6 today, which means I could be done NROL4W, or I could choose to do the 6 workouts again.  Derek tells me I should do them again.  Part of me wants to, while the other part just wants to move on.  We’ll see.  I’ll be out of the gym until next Monday anyway, so I’ve got some time to figure it out.

After last weeks meltdown after weigh in I decided that I had to start tracking my calories again.  I tried.  I lasted a day.  I just can’t do it anymore.  It just makes me angry.  I think what I really need to do is focus on eating heathfully on weekends and things will fall into place a little better.

What should I do?  Repeat the 6 workouts of Stage 7, or take m y break and move on to the next thing?

Weigh-In Wednesday can suck it

Seriously. 177.2. WTF?

I hate the scale today. I feel like I ate better than most weeks (and weekends) this past week and I’m still up on the scale. Yeah, it’s only 0.2 lbs, but I was honestly expecting to see the number go down by at least a pound today.

I do realize a few things though.
1. I’m definitely PMS’ing. That usually means a gain of a bit.
2. I’ve really only been getting in 1 workout a week for the last 4 weeks. Clearly that’s not enough.
3. I haven’t tracked my calories or macros since the beginning of June. I think it’s time to start again.

I am just so frustrated right now. Stage 7 is seriously hard. I’m to the point now where I can get through the workout, but I’m out of commission for days after. How am I supposed to get in 3 workouts a week when the second day after my last workout I can barely walk?

Yet again I think I’ll be taking an extra day of rest before my next workout. I should make myself get on the foam roller tonight (just thinking about doing that hurts) and bust out a good workout tomorrow. Maybe go for a walk around my neighbourhood tonight.

Jello

After today’s workout my entire body feels like jello.

My arms, my legs, jello.

Today was a mostly redo of my disaster of a workout from 2 weeks ago, and I’m proud to say, I made it my bitch.

I made it a priority to keep my rests as close to 30 seconds as I could.  There were a few that went long, but for the most part, I kept to the program.

The only exercise that really made me hate life (and will likely leave me unable to walk properly for the next two days) was the Static Lunge with Rear Foot Elevated.  But, I stuck it out and didn’t even drop my weights.

And the best part?  I was a freaking calorie incinerator.  In the 51 minutes it took me to complete this workout (including a 5 minute warmup walk and dynamic stretching, plus set up for deadlifts) I burned over 620 calories.  From past experience a good workout usually runs in the 10 cals/minute range, so this was extra awesome.

And, The Grunter was there today.  He was surprisingly easy to tune out today though.

Oh darn, I missed him.

Well, I did it, I finally got back to the gym.  Yay me.

After last Monday’s giant fail of a workout, I was in major pain.  I hobbled around like someone with a new pair of legs on Tuesday, and on Wednesday I could barely get my feet up high enough off the ground to keep from tripping at every step.  I figured two days off between workouts was just fine, and planned on a triumphant return to the gym on Thursday.

Sadly, my body conspired against me.  As Thursday afternoon progressed I began to feel that nasty little tickle in the back of my throat that signals the onset of a cold for me.  By the time I got home from work all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the couch and go to sleep.  I even made my husband make dinner (we had pasta, which he didn’t burn this time, good for him).  I went to bed at 8:30pm, had my light out by 9pm and fell asleep shortly after.

Now, had I stayed asleep things might have been ok, but no, I was awake by 11:30pm and barely got any sleep the rest of the night.  When my alarm went off at 5:30am my throat felt like a combination of sandpaper and gravel mixed with pain.  Needless to say, I took the day off work, along with the night off from the gym.

Then came the weekend, which was a long weekend here in Ontario.  Friday we saw a movie, no gym.  Saturday we went to a dinner/theatre thing with my SIL and her boyfriend, no gym (I did do an hours worth of yard work though, that counts, right?), Sunday we went to the beach, no gym, but swimming!  Monday, I had a touch of sun stroke, and we went into the city to visit with friends, no gym, but more yard work.  Tuesday was a final day of cold recovery and grocery shopping, no gym.

That’s me at the beach!

Which brings us to today.  Come hell or high water, I was going for a workout tonight!  I made sure to get as good of a nights sleep as I could, I planned out good meals for the whole day, I drank plenty of water and thought positive thoughts.

And it worked.  I have to say though, Stage 7 is freaking killer.  Hard.  I’m sure that the fact that it’s hot at hell up on the weight floor at my gym doesn’t help with the I-wanna-puke feeling that’s induced by a really intense workout, but just like last time the pukey feeling hit me somewhere in the middle of the workout.  Today, however, I knew that it was the workout causing not, not my lack of prep.  So, I paused when I needed to and powered though.

And man, that’s an awesome feeling.  Powering through the urge to vomit and finishing a workout strong.  I’m sure I’ll be a giant ball of pain tomorrow, but for right now, I’m feeling pretty awesome.

And, of course, today was Weigh In Wednesday, and while I’m less than pleased with the results, in the interest of accountability and being honest with the world, I’ll share the number.  177.  How I hate that number.  Hate it.  I’m going to chalk it up to a weekend of beer and way less than stellar food, and the fact that I only got in one so-so workout.  So, 177, you are heading for the hills, pronto!

If you’ve made it this far and are confused about the title of the post, ’cause really, it’s had nothing whatsoever to do with the content to this point, I guess I should tell you who I missed.  The Grunter.  Yup.  As I was leaving the gym on my wobbly legs (note to self, driving standard + hardcore workouts =/= friends) he was stretching.  In the parking lot.  Grunting.