I more or less avoided my computer the entire holiday vacation, so I apologize for the scarcity in posts. Over the weekend Team Phoenix went a little tequila happy and had a stupid number of Nor Cal Margaritas (2 shots of tequila, soda water, lime juice) which rendered yesterday completely useless. I can't believe I used to feel like that all the time. No wonder I was depressed.
This morning my body was an uncooperative mess and I ended up scaling the workout down to mostly half of the reps, 50 pull ups, 50 push ups, 70 sit ups, 70 squats. I did well over half of the pull ups without a band, but for the sake of my screaming palms, switched over for a little relief. Push ups were chest to the deck, picture freaking perfect and thanks to those I can't be that disappointed in my performance. I mean, just 24 hours prior I was nursing a hangover caused by at least 10 shots of tequila. Not kidding. We were that awesome. We needed a coup de gras before the I Am Crossfit Challenge begins (Saturday! Eeek!) and wow, did we ever make that happen. Saturday starts an eight week commitment of clean eating and hard workouts, no cheating! Woohoo! Last year I lost 11.75 inches. This year it's all about body fat percentages and strength....
Weight loss resolutions at the start of the new year have a shelf life of about six weeks for most Americans. Diet commercials really make me angry and sad, as I used to be one of those people who believed the hype. If every American who pledged to hit their goal weight by the end of the year actually hit their goal weight, the vast majority of these diet companies would be out of business. Their profit margins depend on dieting failure, not success. How awful is that? Some of these products are horrifying too! The last thing I want to do is to ingest a product which suggests I carry around an extra set of pants in case of accidental "anal leakage." What does it say about our society when it's considered more convenient to shit your pants than do some push ups? It says we have our priorities REALLY, REALLY SCREWED UP.
Whew.
2 comments:
I'm both excited and scared of Saturday's Benchmark....:)
Angie was not a great homecoming workout for me either....painful and bitter.
10 shots? Dang girl!
ha, 10 shots breaks down into 2 shots a drink. a very delicious string of drinks spread out over the course of 6pm-1am. so, in reality, we didn't drown ourselves in one go....but, considering none of us drink anymore, it certainly was an epic adventure!
tomorrow will be fun. it will hurt like the dickens too!
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