Muscles. The Bulk Season. Except, I started bulking early. It was half by accident really. Got up to almost 170, too. My BF says I carry my weight well. He is a little right, I kinda do. Of course, fat is still fat. And I feel fat! Annnnddddd, my weight is the exact same as a week ago. Pfft.
And I shouldn’t have eaten all that frozen yogurt the other night, either. Who does that, the day before a big event, like ours at work for Thanksgiving yesterday, Thursday. But it sure was good. Tutti Frutti. (get the coffee flavor with raspberry cheesecake.)
So, back to the gym. I definitely wasn’t feeling it last night, but I guess now you know why. I didn’t want to work out. I couldn’t find something I wanted to wear. Something that I felt comfortable in. I felt fat. In fact, C told me I was getting chubby. To which I replied, ‘that’s why I’m going to the gym.’ Ha. I was still full from lunch earlier in the day. So I threw on my fave Dymatize tee, and dragged my feet out the door.
Note to self: Don’t change in front of C. 😦 (He caught me in tight pants and a sports bra. POor kid!)
This was my first full week of working out though. Also, I hurt. I hurt bad. The good kind of hurt, you know the one. The kind of hurt that lasts more than a day, that starts sooner than a few hours after you finished working out. It was leg day Wednesday, and I killed mine!
So, I managed to get in about 45 minutes of some fasted PM cardio. And stretching. Lots and lots of stretching. Cause, ouch! My legs. AND my butt!