Packing up and taking off for Vegas soon! I'm excited. I'm not excited to see how difficult it's going to be to keep up with fitness and nutrition in Sin City. The thought of it makes my head numb.

Thankfully I'll have a few swolemates along for the ride to keep me on track. Here goes nothing!

Ok! It's been over 30 days and I am addicted to exercise. I somehow find myself in the gym most days of the week and I like it. I like how toned I'm getting and how I sweat pretty much every day and how I don't get that sore anymore (is that normal?) and how strong I'm getting. I try something new each time and it's pretty terrifying and I do it anyway and I don't die. I'm not looking forward to waking up before 5am tomorrow so I can squeeze in a workout before work. Nobody said decreasing your own body fat to see your abs was easy. Especially when your coworkers are amazing bakers.

Anyway my fitness prize du jour will be new training sneakers because the hole-in-the-front-toe look is not cute. Goodbye old Nikes, you did well, but I'm pulling you out of the game. Hopefully for something pink.

Almost out of week four and I got myself fuchsia-lined lifting gloves. Happy early Thanksgivukkah to me! My hands will be happy about this. I feel like I'm getting a little stronger and my long-lost triceps are reforming. Hallelujah! The protein shakes taste surprisingly delicious and it's super filling so I don't have to binge eat eggs all day.

I'm getting my routine down. Even on days when it's a pain to get up in the morning to work out because it's gross out or I feel gross, I still go. It makes me feel like I did something worthwhile for myself that day. I do scary things like lift barbells on my back without a spotter. And then I feel brave.

Vegas is slowly approaching and I basically feel like a balloon filled with water and protein. I'm terrified of next week when medium intensity cardio comes into all of this, but at least I'll get to cut some of this bloat.

We'll get there soon, baby!

Getting through the past week has been insane! I don't know how people who are busy all the time find the energy or focus to work out. Things at my job got really busy so I had to reorganize my schedule a few times. Working out after work is a) exhausting and b) wicked annoying because it's absolutely packed. Not for me. I'll wake up at 5am instead.

I made it though! Past the 3 week point so I rewarded myself with 2 pounds of 100% vanilla whey protein and a pink blender bottle. That should last me for eons of time.

Just the essentials. 

Yoga Sunday was good today. We stayed in downward dog for longer than 10 seconds this time and she even threw in a few planks. I walked out feel pretty relaxed and was happy to find a radio station playing New Orleans style jazz on the drive home which just felt right on a bright Sunday morning. 

Ooooh my aching legs. Guess I put in work yesterday because I REALLY feel it today. I went into the gym an hour later than usual and I thought it would be pretty empty but it was almost the opposite. Gym traffic slowed me down but in the most frustrating way possible. I was about get my hammer strength lat pull downs on when this guy on another machine goes, "Hey." I was like, if he's trying to start a conversation, he picked the wrong girl so I just look at him and he goes, "I'm using that." Really? From all the way over there? When you still have a few sets to go on the machine you're on now? Seriously, just let me get my set and I'll be out of here. But no. I go, "Sorry bro, when will you be done?" He says, "Four minutes." So basically I watched him like a hawk from across the room until he finished his entire two machine superset. Le sigh.

Anyway, my hands are getting pretty calloused so I'll need lifting gloves soon if I want to keep my baby smooth skin. There's no way to say that without sounding like a douchebag. The guy at the gym told me I should get them before my hands looked like theirs (aka flesh rocks).

The horror.

I also went food shopping for more protein filled foods to keep me satisfied. I got Ezekiel bread. I want to punch myself in the face for it because it seems oh so lame. Like who really eats that and doesn't drive a Prius or two kids named Leaf and Rain? Apparently it's just a bread made with a million different beans so its good for you and has mad amino acids. Currently swallowing my pride with some jam. 

Week 3 is beginning and we're going strong. I'm supposed to be lifting heavier weights this week, like 80% of my max capacity for 10 reps. I feel a little stronger so it doesn't bother me too much. I'm afraid for chest and tri day because last week that wiped me out. Basically any upper body anything wipes me out. Not for long I hope because I'd like to do at least one pull up before I turn 60.

Can't.

 



Anyways today was pretty awesome because that really fit superwoman talked to me today. I literally had stars in my eyes. She goes, "How do you stay so thin?" I was like, "Uh, I don't know really? How do you look like...that? *drools everywhere*" She was like, "I want to look like you." I and I was like, "I want to look like you!" Turns out she's been through some tough medical stuff and has come out on top. I'm basically working out with a bunch or hella cool fighters. When she asked me if my boobs were saline or silicone I wanted to give her a flying high five and pretty much decided that she's going to be my gym buddy.

Tomorrow is back and biceps. Happy lifting!

It's the kick-off of Yoga Sundays! I was joined for the initiation by my sister. Thankfully my gym offers classes and I thought some hatha yoga would be perfect to stretch out my tense and tired muscles. I feel great. I keep a lot of tension in my lower back, shoulders, and neck. There's just something really nice about lying on a block looking at a ceiling breathing and thinking for a few minutes. I feel all brand new and bendy and ready for the week ahead.

Time to enjoy the rest of the day because tomorrow is....

LEG DAY.