I started my day with a protein shake. I had to at least pretend I could meet my goals lol. For whatever reason (read: work) I have a really hard time eating lunch. It’s like I start the day off right then just bomb until I get home.
Can’t wait to lift weights tonight, though! I’ll have another protein shake after. I’ll also make mini meatloaves for dinner and tomorrow’s lunch. This will work out! I just have to keep focused.
It’s hard to say, “I’ll definitely eat enough to meet my macros tomorrow!” I know that’s likely to be a lie. But I know I’ll try. Whereas I know that when I say I’ll exercise, I really will. It’s not hard for me at all. Maybe I need to hurry up and get a new job. One where I don’t need 2-3 clones of myself.
I haven’t lost weight recently, but I am taking up less space in my clothes. I know it sounds silly, but I’m rewarding myself with a new jacket and dress from Torrid this weekend. When they’re too big, I’ll donate or thrift.
My logic is that: it’s cold and I need a new jacket; pretty dresses make me feel good; I’ll feel even better when they’re too big; there aren’t enough NICE options for big girls at thrift/ donation places so I’m doing something good.
I have to do better. I didn’t eat nearly enough and was WAY under my protein goals. Of course I was way under everything, but the protein was the kicker. I really have to do better. (Chart below the cut)
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I did NOT think about food this much until I started working out.
There is a roast with carrots and potatoes in my slow cooker at home. I’m starving and can’t stop thinking about it. Not literally starving. I just had a protein shake. But still… I can cook, yall. So I know what I’m missing right now.
I can’t believe just how hungry I am. And it’s perfect logic. I’m doing more so my body wants more. But I am not a person who is frequently hungry. I’m used to going hours without eating. Just drink some coffee. No big deal. Anyway. I’m ready to get stronger and burn fat while I’m sleeping. ^_^
I love this one from Muscle and Strength:
What do the fitness mags always have women doing? Triceps kickbacks, abductions with bands, and concentration curls. Isolation lifts have their place, but so do the big lifts. Bench presses, shoulder presses, rows, squats, and even deadlifts all have merit in a training program for women.
No, kickbacks won’t make your triceps leaner, but squats will. The big lifts will build muscle all over the body, stoke your fat-burning furnace, and build full-body strength. Plus, they’re time savers. It would take you all day to work your entire body with isolation lifts. The big, compound lifts work more muscle faster and more efficiently.
Of all the things I do to keep active, my #Fitbit userdom is probably the best. I seriously don’t know where I’d be without it. Probably fatter. Maybe back on blood pressure medicine. Who knows. I just know that I feel fitter as a result of having this thing remind me to get up from my desk (on the slower days). I smile when it tells me I’m meeting my goals. I get competitive as hell when a friend is beating me in a challenge. It’s just awesome.
“No matter how much you can squat, pull off the ground, or get over your head – if you cannot pull yourself up to a bar there is a fundamental and functional strength concern that needs to be addressed.”
– Chet Morjaria
This is definitely true. It might seem like an opinion but it must be taken as fact.
And why is it that push-ups are so much harder than pull-ups? Why is it that even though push-ups hurt like hell after a while, doing just one pull-up is torture? Oh, wait. Answered my own question internally: every pound of my massive body is being held and subsequently pulled up by one part of my body. So, duh.
We all need to be able to do pull ups for the sake of survival. What if you fall and slide down a hill which just happens to be a cliff? Hanging is one thing, but could you pull yourself up to safety after all that momentum? That is not easy on its own — let alone under pressure!
So this is where I have to suck it up and ask the boyfriend for help. Why? Because this fool does about 100 pull-ups every other day. 10 sets of 10. Religiously. Sometimes more. Because he’s crazy. (#SentenceFragmentsEverywhere) So I need to make myself coachable. I need to let go and let Rob on this one and not go from zero to beeech if he pushes me. Because I know I don’t know it all so I can’t let exhaustion, pain, and frustration take me to a cranky place.