“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.
I’m a mesomorph, not an endomorph. I had to look back to my non-overweight body composition, shape, and functioning (metabolic). And the crazy thing is that majority of my family is mesomorphic, with only a few who are just plain endomorphy.
I think if anything I’m a slightly endomorphic mesomorph, but that’s mostly because of the way my metabolism functions. I am not a person who can just diet and lose weight. I have to train hard. And I need to cut down on the starchy carbs. Apparently, I should be timing them, but that’s going to take some 2am binge reading of food science articles. In the meantime, I’ll be getting some meal planning done this weekend for next week. I find it hard to cut out rice (brown) but I can definitely cut down.
And thank God for Sworkit. I swear. I just have to add more cardio to my training instead of focusing on the resistance/strength circuits. But dance starts back up on 9/7 and I’ll be getting PLENTY of cardio then.
That’s my old phone. Kinda frustrating that I’m just about back where I started. But looking at this photo, I can see my perspective/perception has changed. I’m not disgusted. Just frustrated. I see my goal and considering I have ZERO interest in being skinny/thin, I know it’s attainable. Yay for #thickfit goals.
My body used to look like this. Exactly like this. Marquita Pring is the closest thing to fitspo/thinspo I will ever find in someone else. In this photo, she even has my little love handles — even though she’s posing to hide them and I spy a little Photoshop.
It’s been a long time since I’ve looked like this. Long enough. I’m not even gonna bullshit. I let depression and anxiety get the better of me. My ex blamed me for his cheating. Hint: If you start a sentence with “I’m not blaming you but…,” NEWSFLASH— you’re blaming me. I was the girl with great legs and short skirts, a bubbly personality, and people loved being around me. I went out to concerts and clubs and made new friends all the time. Somehow his insecurities gave him license to put it in any woman with low self-esteem who would buy his paranoia over the fact that I absolutely had to be cheating on him. With everyone. Because being bi-must make me a super slut. But not on purpose because I was also very young and naive and any guy who knew me was only a friend because he wanted to sleep with me — so it wasn’t completely my fault… do you see the bullshit? Nevermind most of these guys were into short/tiny girls or blonde girls or white girls only. Oh no. That could never be the case.
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