I have hit a wall.
And not a good wall. Not one where I’ve made progress, but now feel blocked. I would have a good attitude about that because at least some progress had been made.
Nope. I hit the wall that was about three feet from the starting line.
This metaphorical wall has to do with working out.
I don’t know what’s going on.
I had been making some progress with the C25K program during the semester, but then the last month happened and I nearly had a meltdown so any and all forms of exercise went out the window.
Hard to get to the gym when you are spending 12-18 hours a day in your office.
Yeah…we are going to hope that never happens again.
So I wanted to get started again this summer. I would have free time and could get into a schedule.
But then these every. single. day. headaches started and I was miserable.
Eventually, I made myself go anyways. I was hoping exercise would help.
And maybe it would have, except I can’t seem to do a damn thing.
Running for a minute feels like the hardest thing on the planet. Lifting weights isn’t very productive because I don’t know how to do much other than a couple arm things and the people that work in our weight room are either super bitchy girls that are just there to flirt or guys who think there’s no point helping me since I’m not trying to bench 100+ pounds.
The personal training sessions are OUTRAGEOUS and they are will students. While I understand this is the field they are going into, most of them are body builders that can eat 3 large pizzas and not gain an ounce. Maybe that’s not how they act, but they intimidate the shit out of me. I’ve also seen a few of them working with other people, and I’ve seen them make fun of their client to their friends when the client isn’t looking.
Sorry, not paying the money to feel even worse about myself.
I’m just frustrated. I’m not in a good place with it all.
I’m mad because I got myself to this point, and I’m mad because I can’t seem to do a damn thing about it.
I;m trying to seriously watch what I eat,but Mr. A (unknowingly) is sabotaging me.
See, Mr. A has gotten into power lifting/body building. (I know. How the HELL did the two of us end up together?! I ask this all the time…)
The boy HAS to eat 5000 calories a day in order to continue making gains. And he’s so serious about all of this that he is in the gym every day, counting out how much protein to make sure het gets enough.
But he can eat whatever he wants as long as he gets enough protein.
Also, he eats like 6 meals a day.
And not small meals. Normal people sized meals, 6 times a day.
Please tell me how that’s supposed to help me who is cutting down on stuff and can’t eat two Big Macs at 10pm? (And yes. He did that the other week. And I of course wanted something too. )
I love food. I do. I love carbs. They are glorious. I have shitty eating habits. I’m fully aware of this.
So while he says he will try to eat better with me, it doesn’t happen. It just doesn’t.
I’m about to tell him he can’t eat his extra meals or unhealthy things in the house because I can’t handle it. But that’s not fair to him and it’s his home too, so here I am.
I’m trying some new things today. Going to see how I feel about a cycle yoga class. I’ve never done yoga so this might go horribly. Who knows.
Also doesn’t help that the classes offered are few and at bizarre times.
Can I just have lipo now??