The resurrection of my Protect Ya
The resurrection of my Protect Ya
This was an absolute shit show. This WOD was to be done pyramid style. So, after you worked your way down the list to do the front squats, you’d move back up to the swings and work your way all the way back up to the double unders. The good news was, we’d only have to front squat once. The bad news was EVERYTHING ELSE.
Rx for women was 16kg and 95# (no rack, because of course not!). I Rxed. I didn’t even sub rowing for the 400m runs, which I pretty much always do because of my bum knee. But, when you’ve just finished rowing 60 goddamned calories, the absolute last thing you want to do is row more.
There was a 25 minute cap. I did not finish.
I made it as far as finishing the second/final 60 calorie row, and that was a wrap. I’ve never DNFed on a WOD, since joining this gym. And, I do not like it!
The September challenge has been very so-so for me. My eating has been *almost* the way I outlined, with me getting looser than I really should be, on the weekends. I did, however, order some meals from a paleo meal delivery service, which should be arriving tomorrow, and which should help me to reel things in. More on that to come.
Workouts have NOT been where they need to be. I’ve been averaging 2-3 a week, instead of the intended 4.
It’s a vicious cycle of being out late a few nights each week, because of evening screenings I have to go to for work– which also means I can’t work out after work. But then, see, I’m too tired to get up to work out in the mornings, because I was out late!
I’ve got to figure this out, because this is going to be my reality for the foreseeable future. I’m going to have late nights, and I’m going to have to learn to drag my ass out of bed to work out in the mornings, at least 3 times per week. More, if I don’t want to make up workouts on Saturdays and Sundays.
Anyway, the struggle continues. But, at least I don’t have to do any more fucking front squats today.
Thus, workouts have been in the 1-2x/week range, whilst I try to get a handle on a new work schedule/commute. And, I’ve been indulging in all sorts of bread, sugar and alcohol, because of…reasons. Basically, I took August off from living right. Frustrations with my failure to lose weight were at an all-time high, and I had had it.
Fuck carb cycling. Fuck macros. Fuck everything and GIVE ME THAT CROSTINI. That was/is my general attitude.
And I actually haven’t put on a ton of weight. I might be up maybe 5 pounds, but it’s really not bad at all. Not to toot my own horn, but I still look mad decent. I just don’t look nearly as cut in my upper body as I tend to do in my “after” pictures, from my various challenges.
But, when I caught a cold last week (which is lingering, much to my chagrin), I knew that it was time to get back in the groove and/or zone, commit to eating cleanly MOST OF THE TIME and working out a minimum of 4 days per week. I had sort of been planning to do a September challenge, here on the blog, anyway. Getting sick just confirmed that it needed to happen.
I started on Tuesday, which was September 6th, and this’ll run until the end of the month, on September 30th. Following that, I’ll be starting a challenge on my YT channel, which will be the Fuck Yeah Fall Fitness Challenge.
Here’s what I’m doing for this one, the September challenge (haven’t bothered to come up with a snazzy name, this time around):
It’s pretty simple, which is by design. With this setup, I can still relax at home and have mimosas on Sunday with the boyfriend, or go out for tacos on Friday night. But, there’s no allowance for fuckery, throughout the week, which’ll keep me in line.
I need to have a doable set of goals, since I’m just getting back into the swing of things. Then, in the FYFF Challenge next month, the car will be all tuned up and ready. (Editor’s note: That is a metaphor. The “car” = “my body.”)
I can tell you one thing. My body is already sore as shit from getting back into the gym, this week. One or two workouts a week is definitely not a way to maintain any modicum of fitness.
I’m also embarking on a long term protective style challenge, which I began this week– the beginnings of which I talk a bit about in the video I posted above. I’ll talk about that more, soon. Just not right now. I have to go blow my fucking nose.