Oh, I meant to report that yesterday was a good day for fun but a bad day for fitness. I planned to lift, but we were scheduled to have all the kids for our March birthdays thing, and they came earlier than expected, so the workout didn’t happen. I made a pot of soup so I wouldn’t have to mess with it while everyone was here. We had ice cream sundaes and I ate more chips than I should have. SUPER inflamed last night. Which tells me I need to space my big funs out a little more. It’s been pretty much weekly lately.
Here is today’s breakfast. @BethB, I ate protein on your behalf.
My skull is thicker. I just realized I left my coffee mug in my car. Which is an improvement over last week. I left it on the piano on my way out the door. I have found that strength training has made me more flexible. But I will find some stretching exercises that I will do. To be honest I just do not like stretching. I have the DVDs for DDP Yoga (Diamond Dallas Page) and Yoga for Men by Dean Pohlman. Their “beginner” sessions should do the trick. Thank you for the heads up
My protein deficit this weekend has been staggering. Lol. I ate an entire box of raisin bran all by myself in two days. Back to fasting this morning. Should be interesting.
I ate an entire box of raisin bran all by myself in two days.
I was initially going to say “your poor colon”, but then I looked up the fiber content and was actually surprised for something marketing itself as a bran cereal. This was actually achieving the RDA…so kudos there then, haha.
Especially if it was regular sized box. There’s definitely not as much cereal in there as there used to be. We don’t even bother unless it’s the family or mega size.
Many years ago there was a cereal called “Quaker Corn Bran”. I bought a box and the next morning I guess I had a bowl. I was driving a fork lift at the time. By lunch the store director asked me if I was “OK”? I imagine I said yes. He was concerned because he noticed the forklift was parked in front of the men’s room several times that morning. I can only imagine the chaos a weekend of Raisin Bran would cause in my life.
For purposes of clarity, it was a family sized box of raisin bran. 80% of it was consumed in one sitting on a porch swing talking to my sister. I was eating it by the handful straight out of the bag. My sister looked over at me while I was brushing crumbs off of my sweatshirt and said " I honestly can’t tell if you hate coming here or if you love coming here". That hit my funny bone and the two of us laughed like idiots for a solid two minutes.
CG Max day 45/50 - supersets: ab work, around-the-world and lateral raise, seated abduction, banded hip thrust, palm up and hammer curls, dips, overhead tricep extension - with 5 minute warmup.
Yes, everything is fine. We’ve had a lot of family stuff this month and I’ve been trying to be more focused on my marriage, plus I’m still really busy at work.
CG Max day 47/50 - low weight, high reps: close lunge, staggered squat, rear delt row, lateral raise, stability ball rollout, single and double arm sweep - with 5 minute cardio warmup and half-assed post workout stretch.
Went quickly! First time in a while I’ve done two days in a row - we’ll see what tomorrow brings in terms of repercussions. I may be ready to get my shit together for the final bit of the Challenge.
CG Max day 48/50 - hip thrust, pullover, goblet squat, upright row, bulgarian lunge, diamond press - with 5 minute warmup.
I’ve been waking early without the alarm with enough time to do a little bit of paperwork and also get the workout in. I’m exploring the possibility that I need more free time on the weekends and would do better jamming WOs into the work week instead of waiting for unscheduled time. But then I find myself having to make difficult choices, which I don’t like. Husband is going hiking - will I go and blow off the workout, or say no thank you? I’m also curious whether I’ll have less overall DOMS bundling the sessions rather than trying for every other day.
So to summarize I continue to have no idea what I’m doing. But I’m doing, so I guess that’s what matters!
It’s 5 am on my big sleep-in morning, and I’ve been awake since 3-something, worrying about stuff. A friend texted yesterday that her mother - an absolutely lovely woman I’ve known since my mid-20’s - had some sort of health emergency that started with congestive heart failure symptoms for which she was hospitalized. Overnight she became confused and combative, and yesterday told my friend to fuck off (my friend: “I’ve never in my life heard her say more than damn”) and then later started trying to hit my friend, but fell and hit her head. I woke up to worry about it, and to wonder if it feels as awful as I imagine to be in that state of aggressive agitation. This woman is SO NICE. She’s Scottish, and has the most delightful accent. An all-time favorite memory is of her complimenting us on a drunken karaoke rendition of “I Will Survive,” saying “that was actually not bad!” Which constitutes the most enthusiastic compliment I’ve received to date about my singing. We’ve been laughing over it ever since. She’s been fodder for our laughter always, because she’s the kind of super nice that makes her a little goofy. My heart is aching over it.
Additionally, I’ve been working with a couple and a conflict has cropped up. She is increasingly wanting to see me alone, although she has a weekly therapist who is in my opinion completely incompetent. They’ve been talking about a mother who died 8 years ago and the wife has ZERO here-and-now coping mechanisms. The husband just had surgery for lung cancer in his mid-70’s and the wife’s behavior in the aftermath has been what I would call abusive. She’s labeling him a narcissist, but it’s her. She’s the narcissist. He needs an appointment and we have one scheduled, but she scheduled it when we met alone earlier this week, and I’m worried about how it’s going to go for him if I cut her off, but I need to because the only reason I would see her is in support of him. We spoke for an hour Tuesday about being gentler and doing a better job of managing her stress with him freshly home from the hospital, because she targets him when she’s stressed, and she was all yes yes yes, I’ve BECOME my shitty abusive mother, but he texted yesterday that she’s still furious with him (he wanted to smoke on Monday and she’s never felt so betrayed…but she’s a smoker!). She’s withdrawn her support, telling him she’s done “doting on him,” which means he’s without a caregiver, and now he could use someone to talk to (me). The whole thing has become a conflict of interest thing for me, but again I’m afraid that trying to alter it back to seeing him alone will inflame her more. I’m afraid to even text him about it for fear that she’ll see it and go off on him.
But at least I worked out three days in a row and earned my rest day today. I have a couple of sessions this afternoon, and we have the vet at 11:30. Louie has been lame for a week now, which is a worry, and it’s also eliminated walks for me unless I do it without the dog, which makes me feel guilty. He was getting better, but husband simply cannot understand “HE NEEDS TO REST IT,” which has been a problem with both of our senior dogs, and his own health frankly, so took him out for a “short walk” on Tuesday. Like, limp through the woods on a bad knee for miles if you feel you must, but don’t force the dog to do it. I mostly love and admire my husband’s willingness to push through pretty much anything (very manly), but oy. Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone healed and we didn’t have to walk the world’s slowest mile?
This happened to mom. I mean she was always a hell cat but something snapped. It was the weirdest thing. She fought the paramedics and the people at the hospital until the end. Holy shit! It was hard to watch.
My heart goes out to you and your friend.
This too sounds like my mom. It took me a long time to figure this out.
Sorry to hear about Louie’s limp. Skybaby (one of my peeps dogs) blew her knee out a couple years ago. They did surgery and it lasted a while but she is back to limping again. Poor crazy little thing (Australia cattle dog) very hyper living with an older not so active lady. She needs something to do. She’s was bred to work and instead has to sit around and watch the news.
