sad day made better…


Sad Day Made Better…

So I turned the giant shirt into a new gym shirt! Tweeted it to mr Ziggler and got an atta girl so I’m pretty happy LOL.  Here’s the finished product.

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musings


Musings…

Let me start off by saying, that I’m really not sure what direction this entry is going to take. It’s been awhile since I have had a full real entry. The last week has sucked.  I had a very long day filled with multiple dentists and oral surgeons (I have a huge dental phobia.  That poor hygienist… I was bawling before she even touched me) only to find out I don’t have a massive cavity eating it’s way into my skull and it seems I just clench my teeth while I sleep and the prescribed me a muscle relaxer at night. I go back for a follow up in two weeks and we go from there.

Between my work schedule and sitters I haven’t been to the gym but once in the last week.  I’m getting twitchy, but have been doing cardio at home until yesterday when I came down with a migraine so bad that I got to know my toilet on a very up close and personal basis.  It was still lingering this morning so I didn’t make it to the gym nor have I done cardio today.  My diet has also sucked because I haven’t felt like eating so it’s just kinda been if I feel like eating it then eat it because any calorie is better than no calories at this point.

I took down most of my dating profiles last week because I wasn’t getting interest from anyone I was remotely interested in and I haven’t been able to make time for people I am interested in.  For some reason guys don’t like it when you tell them “I can’t I have to go to the gym” .  I left date hook up just for the shiggles.  Gotta have some laughs somewhere.  If I can get a sitter, I do have a date Saturday night I think.

So I got a text the other night from someone I don’t know.  They know my number and my name and have my picture.  Not really sure how and they don’t know how either.  Conversation was kinda like this

Random person (RP) who is this?

Me: who is this you texted me.

Me: is my number in your phone or did you get it out of someone else’s and just want to know who they are talking to

RP: this is jake and your name and number are in my phone.  A picture too.

Me: oh are you jake from State Farm?

RP: uh no

No sense of humor I tell you.  I still haven’t figured out how they know me because I don’t know them.  I don’t remember the tattoos I’m the shirtless pic they sent or the pic of them in uniform.  They don’t know my ex either.  We talked for a few hours trying to figure it out and the pic they have is of me.  I took the pic on my birthday so I remember it.   I’m still wondering about it, but I’m just glad that since they have a pic of me that it means my number probably isn’t written on a bathroom stall somewhere.

Last week I sat down a rewrote and broke up my workouts a little differently for awhile.  I’m still starting out with a good strong core workout but broke it down into a leg day, a chest/tri day and a back/bi day.  Once the kids are in school I’ll have 4-5 days I can easily get to the gym instead of just 2 or 3 and I can’t wait, but for now I am happy with that.  My arm days were just to scattered and unfocused.  I did a bunch of research and added new specific exercises with the dumb bells in.  I think I am going to see a lot of progress out of the new break down and focus. Once a week I am replacing my modified dead lift with upright rows instead also.  I’m also swapping my bent over rows for upright rows once a week.  Keeping squats as an every workout thing and dowing lunges once or twice a week.  I spent a couple of hours (yes hours) Saturday, reading, talking, researching my squats.  I wasn’t happy with not being able to get my squat lower.  It was effective enough, but could have been more where it was, so with the help of friends and other resources, we have widened my stance and angled my feet slightly differently and I am able to safely get a lot lower.  Can’t wait to try it with some weight behind it. 

Anyways I leave you with pictures.

I love the definition I am getting in my calves!

 

 

how to eliminate the crazy…


How To Eliminate The Crazy…

How to eliminate the crazy BEFORE giving out your number when online dating …
1. Begin conversation
2. Continue conversation
3. Get busy with something mid conversation
4. See if they respond while you were busy.
5. If multiple messages are left and they are like hey?
Where did you go?
Did I make you mad?
Why aren’t you talking to me?
It says you are online?
You could have told me you didn’t want to talk to me any more…
What did I do wrong?
Please write me back…
I really like you
I’m a nice person
I’m not crazy
Why are you being rude
I should have known you were a bitch
All the girls on here are just playing me
I don’t understand why you are being this way.
6. They are probably crazy and you shouldn’t give them your number…

meanderings…


Meanderings…

Ok so here is what I am thinking for the next month. 3 meals. 2 snacks/day 30g protein/meal 15g protein/snack. I’m raising my carbs from 30 on a low day to 60. Which gives me 15g carbs/meal and 7.5g/snack. Raising my calories from 1300 to 1600. Which gives me 450/meal and 125/snack…. I think my brain is now smoking… Waaaay too much math.  I still need to sit down and figure out my fats.  I think that’s where I mess up is I don’t get enough fat. I tend to eat a lot of lean meats and cheeses.  Anyone know a good site or app to plug that into to figure out?

Thoughts…


Thoughts…

I was talking to my friend about my workout the other day, and he made a comment about not pushing myself so hard because I have no reason to push.  He’s a super awesome body builder, ex pro wrestler, and I love him to death.  We are alike in a lot of ways, but I can understand why he doesn’t see why I am pushing myself.  For him he is always getting ready for a show.  A few years ago it was to always be in tip top ring and performing shape, and now he is trying to put on 15 pounds of muscle to get ready for a body building show.  To him these are reasons to push yourself, so I can see why me working my tail off with no show, no performance doesn’t make sense to him.   When I gave him my response though, he didn’t have any more argument.  Me.  I push myself for me.

If you don’t take care of yourself first, you can be there to take care of the others in your life.  If you don’t hold yourself to the highest standards, how can you ever expect someone to work as hard for you?   Sometimes, you just have to do things for yourself.  Doing them for someone else, something else, may keep you going for awhile, but it is a lot harder to keep going once that someone or something isn’t in the picture anymore.  Granted that varies some person to person, but for me, I found that once I started doing it for me, and not to show some ex how hot I could be, or to make a boyfriend happy, I made bigger more effective changes, that are continuing to work.

Have a great day!