So it’s Saturday. I was supposed to do my legs yesterday. I did
not. It wasn’t for a lack of effort. I changed into my work out
clothes and turned on my music and tried to squat…and trembled. Then I
tried to do a leg lift, and got two done before crapping out….I slowly
turned off my music, struggled up the stairs, and collapsed haphazardly
into bed.
I have realized how out of shape I am. Only four days in, and my
body is exhausted. In a way, that’s a really, really good thing.
So, since my workout was a bust yesterday, I am going to do my legs
today, even though they are still tired, and I’m going to do my arms
tomorrow on my day of rest. It’s not the best start to my program, but I
understand that it’s a one-day-at-a-time thing and I have to listen to
my body until it gets used to what I’m trying to do to it.
On another horrid note, I had Taco Bell for dinner. Two enchuritos.
They are delicious and saucy and cheesy but now I really, really need
to get some work out in to burn off that deliciousness. Then I’m off to
an early bed. It was a no coffee day, and my brain is rebelling by
causing my pain.
C’est la vie.
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