Tuesday – but I woke up thinking it was Thursday. Fail. Oh well.
First, I want to start with an Awesome article posted by my favorite tell-it-like-it-is-blogger, Norma. I love it, and it’s terrifying, because it’s totally true. TRUE - but we must take responsibility for ourselves! It would be FAR too easy to simply say "I'm fat because the food industry/society/my husband/mother is against me". Take. Responsibility. For. Yourself.
It sucks, but suck it up.
I trained last night - "Drowning in Sweat", indeed. I felt bad ass. It was awesome. I hex-bar dead-lifted 145 for 8 reps the first round, and 6 the second. My pushups are still elevated, but I am focusing on getting my chest to the box, and will continue to bring down the elevation, so when I am back on the floor, I am at a full chest-to-floor pushup. Tons of jump-rope, burpees and high knees interspersed with different strength intervals. I worked with a great partner in that I pushed myself to match her in things like burpees, which are my weakest exercise to do continuously.
Fuel for today:
Coffee with About Time
M2: crock pot chicken, 1 cup steamed broccoli, sprinkle of parmesan
M3: 2 clean muffins, 2 tbs PB
M4: No idea – something that doesn’t require cooking, ‘cause it’s like, 85 degrees out.
I will do a home work out later, a quick 25 minute HIIT, even though it’s hot, and I HATE to be hot. But, whatcha gonna do?
Picture day came and went for Josh. I cannot even stand that this is my little Thing 1 – 6 years old, but looking much older. I forgot it was school picture day (sue me) and so he went off to school with his temporary tattooed arms and Fineas and Pherb T-shirt. I think the tattoos make him look bad-ass. LOL. Of course, I am totally ordering prints – this is obviously the proof.