I run, I strength train, I practice yoga, I cycle, I eat clean and I enjoy wine time. I underwent brachioplasty (upper arm lift) and upper, outer thigh liposuction on 22/09/15. Lover of humor; the good, the bad and the dirty kind. Was able to finally get my weight under control and I'm half my size from my highest weight. In my 3rd year of maintenance. First Nation Canadian. My son is my heart. This is my life in selfies...
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Friday, October 9, 2015
The post about carrying around 45 pounds of extra weight and a second leg day in one week...
Meanwhile, yesterday on Instagram...
My current situation. I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm cold. I'm just about to head into the gym. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I just want my bed for realz. I cannot wait for coffeetime. I was feeling defeated because I was going into a training session still sore from the previous one. I didn't think I'd have anything left in me and Tony would be disappointed. One of the worst feelings is disappointing your trainer...
It's finally #coffeetime and therefore I smile like a crazy woman. I may be delirious, but I'm actually thrilled to be done my hour of torture. Tony thought it would be a good idea to wear his 45 pound weighed vest and hold 2x10 pound dumbbells while doing 12 reps of 4 sets of split squats, step ups and box squats. Wearing that vest felt so restrictive. Even my breathing was labored.
To put things in perspective, when Tony saw me struggling at the end of my 4th set of box squats he said, "you used to carry around a lot more weight than this". That's true. I used to carry around about 100 pounds more. I'm not gonna lie. I felt pretty hard core. And just when I thought I had nothing left to give today, BOOM! I belted out another leg day. I'm not gonna be able to move tomorrow but I'm a bad ass.
Today I hope I can get into see Dr Patterson to get my sutures out. They've still not dissolved and the pulling is driving me nuts. Once they're out, I can do some light upper body next week...
It's #winetime. Canada love edition. Nerve wracking #BlueJays game is on right now. But it's only the first game so let's just stay calm people!
I was just asked via my blog comments about how my husband has responded to my journey. He has always been supportive which has made all the difference for me. And if I get chosen for the Fight to End Cancer team, he's supportive of that too.
Which is awesome because you think I train a lot now? Wait till January rolls around. It's all consuming for 6 months. But again, that's nothing compared to the pain and suffering those fighting cancer have to endure. And if I don't get chosen? I'm still going to get super fit.
Talked about this with Tony today. I'm still going to train with him 2x per week, crossfit 2x per week and boxing training with Tony's coach 2x per week. And if I am chosen to be on the FTEC team I'll train with Kingsway Boxing Club 3x pet week, Tony 2x per week, and Tony's boxing coach 1x per week. I'm gonna get ripped either way!
Today's last word has arrived and there's not a kitty to be seen anywhere. Looks like I did a decent job with my protein today. It was a 2 scoops of protein powder in my smoothie kinda morning, a 2 cans of tuna kinda lunch, and a 4x grilled chicken thighs kinda dinner. Mmmmmm. Chicken thighs, acorn squash and salad for dinner. I'm still under 900 calories because of what I burned at the gym today, but I'm done eating.
I'm getting into this trashy novel I bought at the Goodwill in Listowel yesterday. Only 50 cents. Great deal. And it's about a viscount and an Indian princess (first nation American). Nothing beats new porn to read. But I swear I've read this plot many times before. All historical romances basically have the same formula. He's a rake and she's a virgin and he's compromised her somehow so they've been forced into marriage and they secretly want each other and eventually fall in love and have hot sex. Dammit! I just ruined it for myself...
