OOOOWWWEEEE! OOUUUUCHHHH! EEEEEWWWW!
My entire body is aching from the two workouts I did this week at Bradshaw’s Gym. I’m in totally-punishing-myself mode. I keep thinking . . . “I was right where I want to be. I worked hard to get there. Then I blew it all to heck in a hardcart. [haven’t said that for years!] I don’t deserve anything but punishment and pain!”
Wednesday night I went to Dori’s class and did non-stop hard-ouchy stuff for one hour. I permanently damaged my right triceps. I couldn’t walk to the car! I couldn’t push in the clutch. I couldn’t walk down the five stairs to check my email. I cannot lift my arm above my shoulder. I just went to bed and could not move in the morning!
Yah. Went back again the next day for more!
What was I thinking?
No, actually she offered a free orientation class to learn how to use the gym equipment right. Apparently if you just go and do, like 30 reps the wrong way — like I have been doing for, oh, twenty years — it doesn’t do a body much good.
Now, I’m double sore.
I had to go score for a middle school wrestling quad match last night and I could hardly get into the bleachers behind the score table. Then I came home and went right to bed again. Kept making little painful moaning noises.
When will I put together the equation:
junk + more junk + no exercise + gaining 15 pounds in 6 weeks
= payback and pain
When will I figure out that when I finally reach a goal it is worth just as much effort to stay there?
This is why I have the four sizes of clothes in my closets.
I was 140 before Christmas. All through the holidays I ate so healthy. Then the eating began. The gorging, really. Went up like a rocket the next month and a half! Yup! 155!!!! How do you spell h.a.t.e!
I pretty much hate this part of my life, which by the way, consumes every other part of my life.
I read a quote last night that really hit me!
“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place.”
How’s that for obvious? Hello God! That was like a lightning bolt right to my hard head!!!