Exercise: YESSSS I NEVER HAVE TO DO THESE TWO HORRIFIC WORKOUTS CONSECUTIVELY EVER AGAIN. They were horrible and intense and never-ending — and it’s all over at last. I don’t even wanna talk about the workouts anymore so let’s move on!
Food: Dammit, why does Mama choose this week to bring home all these cookies from work? She came home with two more flavors today. ): And I ate them. ): To compensate, I had to switch out my usual dinner meal with a bowl of canned, chemical-laden soup because it would keep me within the calorie limit.
Body: Somehow I injured my Achilles tendon again. This inevitably happens every time I start a regular workout routine and it’s always the right foot. The area where the tendon is feels warm and swollen, and it hurts to flex my foot at all. All the jumping during tomorrow’s workout will not be pleasant.
I’ve started spotting! Just a little bit of blood, nothing like a real period. This hasn’t happened in the longest time. Plus, I’m on a birth control pill that’s been really good to me for the past year so it shouldn’t be happening. A quick Google search has me believing that the excessiveness/intensity of my exercising combined with the sudden change in my diet is putting a lot of stress on my body, which in turn can freak out my hormones. Thus, the bleeding.
I could also be pregnant. We’ll find out by Monday when my period is scheduled to come.
On the bright side, my back no longer hurts!
General thoughts: Based on what I see (or what I don’t see) in the mirror, I’m seriously doubting this experiment is doing anything to my body. It usually takes me up to three weeks to notice physical changes; expecting results in five days is nuts. I’m suspecting it’s due to not following the provided meal plan at all. Well, lesson learned.
Until next time,
Exercise: The sweat, the sweeeeeeeat. I had to exercise in a puddle of my own sweat because it kept dripping off my face before I could blot it off. Stamina is improving, I think! But I still take far too many breaks out of habit, likely resulting in a less intense calorie burn. Oh well, better than lounging around doing nothing! (Which is what I do whenever I’m not working out…)
Food: Mama brought home more cookies. No. Stahp. I feel like I definitely hit the 1300 calorie mark from overindulging in sweets. ): If I’m not careful after this experiment is over, I will end up inhaling every sweet thing in sight and ruin any progress I will have made.
Body: Lower back/arch area continues to be sore. I feel some butt muscle soreness today too, particularly in my right buttcheek. There’s a lot of squatting going on in these workouts so maybe that’s why the buttache?
General thoughts: I don’t feel like these workouts are doing anything. I cheated and hopped on the scale and it seems like I’m somehow down 2 pounds. If you consider that I’ve been drinking more than double my usual amount of water and my body weight likes to fluctuate, I shouldn’t be getting my hopes up.
Until next time,
Exercise: Lord have mercy, I can’t deal with a HIIT workout right after 45 minutes of cardio. I’ll take yesterday’s single hour of straight cardio any day. Luckily this particular HIIT isn’t as intense as the others. My stamina continues to suck, judging by how many pauses I need to take to prevent my heart from exploding.
Food: Fml out of curiousity I ate a little gluten-free brownie that Mama brought home. Gluten-free brownies taste like delicious, delicious fudge. Over a hundred wasted calories of deliciousness that I can’t spare, being on such a calorie-restrictive diet.
Oranges fill me up forever, but somehow apples leave me in a state of gnawing hunger. I need to store these gummy bears out of my sight.
Overall, I estimate that I’m taking in a little more calories than I’m supposed to (1200-1300 instead of 1100-1200), but hopefully that extra hundred won’t be detrimental to my results.
Body: I can no longer feel my back. The back soreness makes me reaaaaaally dread working out tomorrow. I think my boobs may have shrunk. My shoulders are way broader than my hips. Sadness.
General thoughts: Even if I end up losing, say, an inch from my waist, I will never do this experiment again. As the daughter of a cook, I love food too much.
Until next time,
Exercise: I got through the first day of this crazy experiment. The hour of cardio was tough since I haven’t had the time to work up to it, but I made it through with minimal cursing. Definitely helps to work out soon after I wake up.
I remember doing this particular workout in the summer and I had much more stamina yet I would sweat tons more. Today I was sweating, of course, but it wasn’t dripping onto the floor for me to slip on. Hopefully that doesn’t mean I’m not burning as much as I used to!
Food: There are some people in this world who can eat 1200 calories a day and not die. I am not one of those people. I feel empty even when I’m full. On the bright side, not being allowed to munch on things has led me to drinking water whenever I’m craving solids, so my pee is happy and no longer the color of apple juice.
Suppressing the sweet tooth has been working out better than expected! I only had a small fragment of chocolate + some gummy bears — nothing compared to my usual ice cream + cookies + cupcakes + chocolate. See, if I could only cut that crap out of my diet, I would probably drop 5 pounds in a month without trying. But alas. Nope.
Body: The hopping around is hard on my feet. The area where my foot attaches to my leg has that muscle soreness feeling when I go up on my toes. I have some difficulty grabbing things/making my hand into a fist. Minor back aches.
General thoughts: I fear the intensity of tomorrow’s workouts may actually kill me. Though I’m still doubting how 5 days of this can do anything to my body other than injure it, I’m pressing on!
Until next time,
~ Mimi x-x
the train to Nopesville.
The workload of this semester has been so terrifying that my ignoring-that-undesirable-things-exist defense mechanism is in full gear. I’m now home for spring break with three papers to write, an acting performance to prepare for, and a presentation to begin for another acting course. Of course I haven’t started any of those. Here’s a catch-up journal entry instead!
SUMMARY OF JUNIOR YEAR, FALL SEMESTER
Four classes. Cognitive Psychology. Intro to Moral Philosophy. Intro to Linguistics. Research Methods in Developmental Psychology.
I magically got A-minuses in three of the four classes and only got a B-plus in Linguistics because that final exam was nightmarish. This did wonders to my previously atrocious GPA from failing 3 classes!
…not that it’s a great number now but at least it’s not a 2-point-something anymore.
The research methods course was utter hell from September to October because we essentially condensed a semester of material into those two months. But then the rest of the time was entirely focused on our research so I guess I wouldn’t mind keeping the structure of the course the way it is.
My research partner and I examined how preschoolers label ambiguous gender, and although our hypothesis wasn’t supported, our findings indicate that growing up in a gendered society may be an ass even to preschoolers. Since we had to design and conduct our own psych studies, this course really provided some much needed vocational direction for me. I loveeee doing research!
Looks like I’ll be slaving away in grad school for that Ph.D. until I’m thirty.
I have been too busy not-failing school to post. That is my only excuse for my excessive absence. I’M NOT APOLOGIZING BECAUSE I HAVE A CHANCE AT GRADUATING ON TIME NOW.
I MIGHT EVEN GET AN A OF SOME SORT.
Thanksgiving break is coming up soon, so I’ll provide junior year updates then hopefully. For now, since I’ve been stuck “supporting” Manny at his League of Legends for the past nine hours, I’ll just use this post to answer the questions left at the end of my last post.
According to the end of that last post, that should mean I died at the hands of my parents after telling them about the boyfriend I’ve been hiding from them for over 2 years.
Except I didn’t die!!!11!
Or not really.
I think our parent-child relationship died a little, maybe. Let me explain what happened.
I only told The Old Man in the summer in order to fulfill the terms of the pinky promise, and his reaction dwindled my willingness to tell Mama to .00000001%.
I thought he was supposed to be the tolerant one.
At my current weight, it is not at all a feasible goal to lose 8 more pounds before cousin Mandy’s wedding in under 2 weeks, but that’s not stopping me from
I’m not even that chubby/tall — basically these should be the incredibly stubborn Last Ten Pounds I’m trying to lose, or even the Last Twenty if I want to go that far — but compared to Mandy and the other tiny bridesmaids, I LOOK LIKE A WHALE. I’ve never met any of them but that’s what I’ve been told. D:
My summer class ended 2 weeks ago (I got an A-minus in a math class!!!!) and I’ve been spending my days since then working out. I alternated between double-cardio days and cardio/strength training days, and every day I challenged myself to do 100 squats because my butt is a sad creature.
The squats thing, it’s not so hard. You know, except for not being able to walk up the stairs immediately afterward. I’m working on being able to do 100 in a row instead of breaking it up into 2 sets of 50. I think my butt has firmed up a bit, but my thighs! They’re like rocks! <3 I used to hate how strong and bulky my short legs looked but I’ve grown to love their strength! Now, if only I can lose fat quicker than I gain muscle…
After about 10 days of this sweatfest, I stepped on the scale to find out if it had paid off at all.