yesterday was a slow day, just worked on my site with new graphics i found... actually new graphic, just one. i really like it tho. besides working on my pages, (which i've gotten mixed reactions about) i went home and worked out. i was so not in the mood to. when i got to parkin's house, i changed to workout gear, plopped down on his bed and fell asleep before he came home. i think i konked out for about 20 minutes. so tired. i tried to prepare myself to get started, but parkin came down with his mom's porkchops and i ate. (i do eat home cooked food evain!) around 7:30, jung and jung left for the gym, and finally i popped fight club into the dvd player, washed dishes, then hopped onto the elipticycle.
workout routine:
cardio: 40 minutes... 42 to be exact ;)
triceps: 4 sets of 15 reps with 7 lb weights, 3 execises.
chest: 4 sets of 15 pushups, the girly kind; 3 sets of 15 chest curls, bench press like on my yoga ball; 3 sets of 15 reps another exercise.
abs: 200 on yoga ball; 300 obliques, 150 on each side; 2 sets of 2 minute air jog; leg kicks.
my abs started cramping tho, i was pulsing the sit-ups. for example, i did a typical situp, but instead of going all the way down, halfway down, i pulled back up and pulsed the sit-up. i feel the little ab muscles in there behind the fat. i do, i really do!. ;)
i also did something really stupid while working on my tricep last night. i learned from years of working out to keep focused and look straight ahead, at the gym, i could see my reflection in the mirrors, but stupid me wanted to make sure that my tricep curl was within range, so i turned my head, thinking i can take a peak at my arm height. *twang* i strained a muscle in my neck and it hurt like hell. *stupid, stupid, stupid* for a little while, my neck wouldn't let me look straight ahead, and it was stuck in a look over the right shoulder position. haha. i massaged the muscle, rested for a bit then resumed my work out. hella hurt later that night, yo. still hurts today. my back is killing me too. *sigh* maybe that's y i feel like crap today. i feel like such an old woman. body can't handle the workout. haha. i hate how i'm obsessing over my weight. i've turned into one of 'those' kinds of girls.
<evil comment>
"how tall are you? is 115 even realistic for you?"
no, the more i think about it, i dont' think it's realistic anymore. i was 115 over 4 years ago, and i dont' think my body was as developed as it is now. my hips are wider, my boobs are bigger, that is extra weight beyond my control. ;)
<2d comment>
"you usually gain weight before you lose it when you start working out, (build up muscle before you lose fat) so don't sweat the scale thing"
thanks for the fact! i suspected that, but wasn't sure if that was true. it's hard not to measure how healthy you feel by how much you weigh. i really need to get over that, and just work out for health reasons, not to lose the pounds.
wow, i've been getting a lot of feedback about my obsession, and i'm realising that i am obsessing way to much for my own good. a friend has also commented that my workout encourages her to workout more. yay! i hope to continue to motivate you, girl. and yes, i'll definately show you my killer curls the next time i see you. :)
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