Today was a "good" day. By good, I mean I drank a lot of water and ate a lot of food that tasted like dirt and wicker. Yummy stuff. I don't care what people say. All the sugar-free jam in the world doesn't make the arm of a wicker chair taste delicious. I'm sorry. I have tastebuds. They work. I'll eat it, but it is not "delicious".
I worked out with Chris and I did what? You guessed it. Squats. A lot of squats. That was my fault, actually. I asked him if we could do squats today because my back has been bothering me. He thinks squats help because they strengthen my back. I think squats help me forget the pain in my back because they make my ass hurt so much. Either way, they seem to help.
Chris texted me right before The Biggest Loser started on Tuesday, "The Biggest Loser starts NOW." So I watched it. Unfortunately Chris watched it too and now he's all jacked up on a Jillian Michaels buzz. He didn't approve of Jillian dropping the "F" bomb throughout the whole show but he loved how tough she seems this season. He has never cussed at me during a session, although he likes it when he makes me curse (he never swears, he primarily works with children and he is amazing with them). He was pretty tough on me today. Coincidence? No. I think not.
Did he see the trainers on The Biggest Loser making the contestants do bear crawls on the treadmill? Yes, yes he did. Did I do bear crawls on the treadmill today? Why, yes. Yes I did. Hmm.
Did he see the trainers on The Biggest Loser make the contestants throw up? Yes. Did he make me throw up? No. But he tried.
Despite the pain and the very unfeminine sounds I made today, (grunting, growling and one very incensed scream) I feel good about it. I am glad to work at the clinic and have the personal torturers. My body is changing and I can feel it getting stronger (and less jiggly). Clothes fit differently. I can feel my wrist bones again. I'm sleeping better and my back hurts less. I still don't know if I've lost pounds yet but I know I'm gaining something else. Self-respect.
I think I might get to work out with Steve tomorrow. I hope he didn't see The Biggest Loser this week.
If I were ever on The Biggest Loser, I would not want Jillian, but the other guy. I want someone who can motivate me without yelling or cussing at me. Too much of that might earn you a knuckle sandwich, or a quick witted retort.
ReplyDeleteI did not see the biggest loser....That doesn't mean that you are getting off easy.
ReplyDeleteSeeing and feeling results has to make you feel good. That's what it's all about right? you feeling better? Keep up the good work and yes cuss as much as you want to at them for helping you if that helps you get thru it.
ReplyDeleteGood Job.
Chris just gleefully told me about your workout today.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I thought the exact same thing as I was watching it. I was like, "Man, Jillian is getting it!" I think this is the toughest I've ever seen her...kinda scary lol. But in a way, while I'm watch TBL and I'm running on the treadmill, I feel like she's my trainer. When she yells at them to "go faster!" or "run harder!" I feel like she's yelling that to me. She's "saving me" from myself and I owe my life to her and Bob...I've lost 40lbs, and I have 70lbs to go, but I WILL do it. I'm not ready to quit! I'm so glad I found your blog because you have given me that boost of motivation and drive that I was slowly loosing.
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*And tell Chris he is more than welcome to come to Tennessee anytime he wants to kick my ass lol.