Aww Maschy, I know you must be aching for a pull-up.
Meanwhile, you’re ahead of me in that department so maybe I can take advantage of your shoulder to play catch-up =(
Deb, it just annoyed me because a couple years ago, my mom and I had problems with the apartment or something and we asked if we could go to my grandparents’ house and they said no. And they say no pretty often to last minute changes like that. But when they want to come over, they call 2 hours before they leave. It’s just… hypocritical. And that’s a big pet peeve of mine.
Not to sound like a bitch though, I love my fam, of course.
Haha, my protein stays up there, it’s just the carbs. Luckily my body loves cheating with carbs. There’s usually no damage in the mirror the next day, yay for that.
Nadia, thanks for understanding my lack of Frosty training <3
Yeppers Mr. Timmy
Veggie, my cheat day consists of more than cookies… bashful grin
But thank you, and with the training, I guess my body did take it all in.
Thank you Dumplin’, you look amazing in SAMA yourself <3
OK, so what a day.
Walk to the gym. Planning to do legs, with awesome squats like box squats, zerchers and hack squats. Yay!
I get my frosty, since I did fasted walk to the gym. Which technically makes the frosty my breakfast… but anyway.
The guy that’s butthurt that I can squat as much as him put me in a terrible mood however. I really don’t understand how upset he can be about that. Like I said, he works there, so he greets and says bye to everyone but me, which is unlike him because we were always cool before that squat session.
So, I’m training in a bad mood. Did pathetic box squats, I was just thinking of how hard it is to be a female in the gym, y’know?
Anyway, my guy shows me how to do hack squats. I was so happy! I’m finally getting it, so eventually I get to the point that I will feel comfortable doing them with 95#. So I get the 25# plate and the plate falls on my foot.
Sadly no one in the gym gives two shits, or maybe don’t realize that I’m limping and teary-eyed from pain, not lactic acid. I eventually find my bf and he gets me the First Aid kit.
So I’m in the lobby-like area waiting to go home, and butthurt asshole asks my bf “What’s wrong with her?”
I swear, if I wasn’t bleeding out through my toenail… grr, anyway.
So I’m home with my foot up, after it was bandaged properly by my mom who was shaking from the sight of blood.
… and I’m bored. Or it can be fatigue, being anemic and bleeding this much can’t be good.
Well, I’ll be around, not much to do lol