God, what a day. This morning I laid in. I just couldn’t face getting up. Feeling completely unmotivated, tired, sad, lonely – I’m not even sure what term to use to describe it. Was going to go train before work, but was talking to the ex about my issues. Anyway, I didn’t get there.
Work was ok. Torturous but ok. Ms G wasn’t there to entertain me – always makes the situation seem worse!
I eventually set my mind to things and trained tonight. After work.
300
Walking lunges
Jumping Pullups
Squats
Push ups
FB Crunches
DB Thrusters (10kg)
Reverse Crunches
DB Swings (10kg)
Squats
1/2 Burpee
Total time: 18:49:44
Was a really good workout – mighty impressed with my pushups. Managed to knock out 15 full before I broke them up, then 5 x bench & 7 full & 3 from knees, chest to ground. Obviously my upperbody strength is improving. Was absolutely fucked by the end of the session. Still stoked that I managed to get through it. My burpees were good, although not as good, I don’t think, as when I did the ladder a couple of weeks ago. Will be interested to compare to when I last did a 300. I think it might be a better time, considering I was doing full push ups and used significantly heavier weight on all weighted exercises. I think ! might have had push press in there, so perhaps 1 less shoulder exercise, subed by squats.
Obviously my strength is improving. The week off certainly didn’t help my waist-size situation. Blerk. My boardies are tighter than I remember. A combination of no training, eating shite and too much alcohol I would say. Here I am, sat reflecting on the eating/alcohol consumption that has cost me any progress that I have made…with a vodka + oj. I am a fucking idiot at times. Although I am tired, and plan to hit the hay as soon as I’m done analysing my performance/committment.
I don’t think it’s my committment that’s the issue with me never achieving success…it’s about consistency. I realise that consistency isn’t easy, living the life I do, but I’ve got to be able to do better than this. My consistency in training, in my eating, when I had it right, even for a while, ie. Middlemount, I lost weight – stacks of bloody weight. Perhaps it was the variety that kept me coming back for more. Shite. I can reflect as much as I like, but it doesn’t make one scrap of difference unless I fucking do something about it. I feel like a lazy fucker at the moment. And it shows. I think I might turn over a new leaf. No TV this week. To bed when I am done with my shite, up when I wake up (and relatively early), play golf, gym, train like the deamons are chasing me and live a clean life. Good…I have a plan. Now stick to the fucker! Why am I swearing so much?
Salmon & Salad
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