Lady McMike’s BodyBlog

So the other day i went to the gym and had a great work-out. But later that night i got this tremendous pain in my arm. The same pain i used to get when i did 2minute chin holds. Its this crazy painful tearing feeling. Bad shit, to say the least. But as if the pain isn’t enough I can’t do anything with it. I’m lucky if i can lift my arm, I can’t even sleep on it. So becuase its all retarded I can’t work on my pull ups at all. I tried today and after two the muscle was so spent and now im sitting here regretting trying because not only did i totally miss my pull up goal I hurt myself more. So to sum this bitching rant up. I’m redicluously mad and going to the gym to do lots of cardio. I figure that doesnt require arms and I hardly do it anymore becuase I lift damn everyday. Ugh

I have to say to I am not looking forward to my family reunion. We get together and its where my family tries to kill everything I have worked for and they look at me like I’m crazy. And I have to say that is the most ridiculous feeling ever. I am the one that is healthy and fit yet I am the one they pick on. I ****ing bust my ass for as many hours a day at the gym as they spend on their asses in front of the TV. And yet I’m the one they want to destroy. They give me these horrible faces when I grab a can of tuna or just a protein bar from my bag instead.  Because they see the way I look, and they think I can eat whatever I want.  No, No. This is not how it works because if that were true and I loaded my plate with a hamburger and a hotdog and then traveled down the table and mounded on potatoes salad and some other nasty shit that just looks like its main ingredient is fat, I would look like them. And do you think I’d be very happy. Nada. They look at me like I’m uptight and it pisses me off. First off- I wasn’t just given this, I didn’t wake up and say wow look at what happened to me in my sleep. Secondly- I didn’t get to be the way I am by telling myself one day won’t kill me. Because reality is- it just might.—Fitness is not about making up for my mistakes. It’s about always improving myself, I cant half ass that. I refuse to go back to what I was, so I won’t ever chance it. Maybe that’s a little crazy or maybe not. You tell me… But all I know is I have to keep my head on straight and just keep telling myself I am better, and rely on my discipline.

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