I VOTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There…. end of blog. Today that is all that matters. lol
Okay, Well I got up this morning and I worked out for 30 minutes to Sean T’s Hip Hop Abs: Fat Burning Cardio. It felt good to get up and have the energy and the stamina to work through it. I was proud of myself. I did every step. I could remember when I use to have to take breaks in the middle of this workout, or when I needed an inhaler. I can hold my head high knowing that I need neither to finally make it through this workout.
I even had enough time to eat my Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds & soy milk. That is my fav cereal and I cant remember the last time I actually sat down at my house and ate breakfast. I actually enjoyed it, relaxed and watched television. I dont think that I have EVER done that on a weekday. So I got dressed and I headed to the polls. It was very empty when I got there, but I didnt mind, I voted and left out and headed to work and actually got there early.
For lunch I had a cheeseburger with fries and an extremely large cup of lemonade, but I did frink water throughout the day. The lunch was free so I didnt mind that much. I just know that I have to put in work. Unfortunately my underwear feels tighter today. I know that is TMI, but I have no clue why my boyshorts are cutting off my circulation in my hip/groin socket. Bananas, right? I mean… it is painful. It is enough to make a woman want to free-labia it ( free ballin was genetically not an option). I guess I could have said Captain Commandora. lol. Maybe my thigh muscles are getting bigger or my butt is lifting into place. WHo knows! I just had to share that.
I also have to share why I am writing this blog. I am writing so that when I get to the other side of this journey I can remember. I can have evidence of my struggle. I dont want to be a fitness buff who makes everyone who has yet to accomplish what it is that I worked so hard to get feel as if it was a walk in the park. I want to hold myself accountable. I want to make sure that I never forget where I have been and how it felt to be here. I love me, but my current physical form is NOT me… it is where I happen to be right now. And I am okay with that…for now. Hence why I am working it out so hard.
I was going to walk right into the house and start Plyometric (spell check) but then my TV was on the movie JACK and I had to sit and watch because I had never seen it before.So, it goes off in like 5 minutes and then I will begin to workout. I’ll tell you all about it. I have never done Plyometrics before……I am actually scared. Feeling the pain of the Chest & Back workout yesterday but again… proud that I finished! Okay…. time to put on the shoes. BRING IT TIME!
Workout
WTF is PLYOMETRICS and who pissed off the Roman Gods?!!!! I was all happy that I could keep up with the warm ups. But not too long there after did I contemplate switching back to Cardio X. I should have known something was up with the one-legged P90X graduate showed up. Yep, made me feel like crap when he was hopping around all perfect and I was about to pass the hell out. I understand equal rights,but they just mind fucked my emotional status. I’m too fat to out hop a one-legged guy! How do you come back from not being able to out hop Tink Tink?!
My legs were fine for the first couple of squats, and then my knee caps started popping and I knew that i was headed down hill from there. The ski moves I was cool with until they added the 180 turns. I couldn’t squat on those so I just stayed up and did 180 and I found that to be just as challenging, noted by the sweat in my eyes. I also couldn’t do the rock star. My weight is currently too heavy for me to have faith in lifting both knees up like that. I know because I tried it and the way I landed felt like one of my knees were going to give out on me. Scared the living daylights out of me. So two-legged jumps are currently out of the question. Also, I felt weird with the squat jumping jacks. My legs were clapping to a hip hop beat that was being formulated by the gaps in slaps. I mean, they were slapping so hard I felt like tipping my own crotch! Seriously, you would have thought that a ghetto stripper was in my house mocking me. Having made my point… I’ll move on.
All and all this was challenging and I did the modified version. I’m sitting on my couch after just getting out of the shower and I am still wiping sweat. My only problem with P90X and I have been meaning to write this for a while, is that they assume I know what the fuck they are talking about. Meaning, if this is my first time turning on a disc, yelling out MILITARY MARCHES and then beginning the clock and movement is retarded. I shouldnt have to constantly pause my DVD because they failed to show me what the move is. I also have this problem with the modified person, they never show what they are doing until halfway through the countdown or at the very end. If you are going to have a modified person, show the modified move before hand so that we can be in sync with the movement. Its like they forgot about us when it comes to this. I actually get pissed off every time they start a new move and I have to miss a rep or two to catch on to what the hell they are doing. But this could be me and the fact that I ate broccoli for dinner and my bodily functions are executing treason and I have to sit amongst it. TMI? Welcome to my UNCENSORED blog.
I noticed a lot about my body today. When I tighten my abs, I cant breath. I walk around with my shoulders up by my ears and I seldom notice until my neck and shoulders start to hurt. I get cramps in the arch of my foot every time I jump and I have no clue how to fix this. My legs being uneven ( for whatever reason) is really effecting a lot of my performance, causing me to do a lot of modified versions, and my sciatica is a gift from satan’s spawn. But I will prevail. This is just my current feedback. Soon I will have more and better complaints as I progress to my fitness goal. I want to be able to jog the MS Walk/Run full 3 miles in March,I want to be able to walk into Rave, LVLX, or Shoe City and buy clothing without people wondering if I am on crack or pray that I am purchasing it as a gift for someone worthy of not making the seams commit suicide. I want to start my own dance crew and be able to choreograph some awesome routines like I use to a few years ago. I know that I can do these things….and I will. I am learning to be patient.
In closing, I know you are wondering about my steps ( I doubt it but the sentence set-up sounded literary)….my pedometer is on crack and I need to buy another one. I also get happy when I step on the scale at night after I’ve eaten all day and it weighs less than the day before. Yesterday my scale said 228.5 in the morning on an empty scale, and tonight it said 227.5. I’m excited just to see my scale say that number. Now… if by Friday it can say 225.5……I’ll stop call Nicki Minaj a Bitch….on twitter.Ok…timeforbed.I have to get up in the morning.
Sincerely,
~*My Mother’s Daughter*~
~*2Deep*~ Uncensored! 