Well, my weekend wasn’t too bad. Friday I went out to dinner with my aunt and uncle and we talked about a few things that have been bothering me in my life. Car troubles, work ext.. It was really nice to see them. They live pretty close to my work but I am always in a rush to get home (excuses yes, I’m well aware). So it’s always a pleasure to see them. Went to Blackfinn in Randhurst and ordered a nice big Caesar salad. At dinner we talked about getting certifies as a personal trainer again. It came down to them offering to pay for it (thinking about taking the NASM exam) which is so amazing of them. They really are such special people and very blessed that they are in my life. After dinner we headed home and I got a half assed work out in their bonus room upstairs (elliptical, treadmill, bike, weights, tanning ext). I suppose I was just not in the mood or whatever the fuck was going on in my head.
After that pathetic excuse to work out, I headed to Mike’s house. We didn’t do much except chill with a couple of his friends. Did nothing though, I would of rather spent that time in bed like I always do. Yes its nice to get out once in a while but I love my bed. I love sleeping. I love being lazy. Case closed.
Left pretty early Saturday morning because Mike had to be at the shop to work on his car so I decided to go home and start my day. I passed out (lmao) for an hour after making breakfast (eggs, ground turkey and onions), while my mother made oatmeal raisins cookies. meh. So my plan was to work out at 230pm before my tax return appointment at 4. However I have a really bad idea of time apparently and was stuck at a train at 245. Now.. this would have been fine (a solid hour of a workout) but I was training legs and needed to pick up a post work out meal prior to my appointment. So instead of rushing my work out I just decided to puts around and waste an hour so I could actually enjoy my work out. Did my return which only lasted about 20 minutes and headed right back to the gym. It was actually a pretty good work out besides me almost breaking my finger. Still swollen but nothing to bad, though did make dead lifting a littler header than normal. Again, no big deal I got through it. Went home and ate my go to meal of chicken brown rice and broccoli and did nothing besides laundry for the remainder of the night. Again let it be known I don’t give a fuck to go out, nor do I ever really want to. Going out always leads to extra calories consumed and well.. aint nobody got time for that.
Just kidding, but seriously. Prepping and bringing your own food to places sometimes gets annoying. Yes, it is sometimes necessary but I could care less driving 45 minutes to go to a place I probably wouldn’t like in the first place… Unless its to eat.. then Id drive miles.
Sunday morning I got up around 10am, sore ALL over. From my legs to my back it was not comfortable. I actually put an icy hot patch on for a few hours. I made breakfast again and laid around with Marley and the mother. We decided to head to the forest preserve for a 5 mile walk. I was actually game for this because instead of being lazy and taking a day off or hurting myself more at the gym, I figured this was a great idea. I love spending time with my mom I just fucking love the shit out of her. We made it through even with getting caught in a little hail storm and picked up 2 bowls of chili from a near by restaurant. I love their chili and was so needed after that little adventure. Afterwards I cleaned up a little bit more and waited for my lovely boyfriend to make his way over.
He arrived around 7pm and made me pick a restaurant I wanted to eat at. My first idea was Red Robin… I just wanted their salad bar SO bad. So we made our way out to Gurnee and arrived. Little did I know that I had mistaken Red Robin for Ruby Tuesdays.. soooo of course I goggled where the closet one was but after a failed attempt to search for what I think is non existent we chose Lone star. We ordered the awesome blossom which is well, fucking awesome and munched on that till my steak and his combo arrived at the table. We sort of rushed because he didn’t want to miss Wicked Tuna on tv so I took the dessert that came with my meal to go. Only to get to my house and it wasn’t on till 11pm. Ha!
But that didn’t matter.. I have 1/2 a brownie and some ice cream to eat! I shared of course 😉
Spent the rest of the night in the arms of the love of my life. A simple weekend that I must take advantage of now considering I am a few days shy of hitting the 8 week mark (it’s only going to get more hectic).
I am still only doing about 15 minutes of cardio, and consuming as much carbs as I feel necessary. Like I have mentioned before when I get closer I will change a few things up.
For example:Amount of cardio (could possibly range from 30-2 hours per day)
My diet- No fruits, limited carbs ext
No Diet coke (causes bloating) and
Lower my sodium intake (and trust me I am consuming a lot. I always have. I do have a feeling that when I cut my sodium I am going to lose A LOT of water weight).
That is it for now. Realized I am not going to post progress pictures up just yet. I want to do the before and after and go into a full detail on my way of life.
This is my road to ripped.