Return to the Iron.

After my workout Thursday, I had my usual protien shake and thought… HEY! I should really clean this effing blender!! Anyone who uses a blender to mix powder, liquid, and fruit will know that after a while, it needs to be taken apart and really scrubbed…

I wont describe the crap at the bottom of this thing under the blades so as to not make anyone sick but…. bleck!! …..bleck? (forget it I’m rolling)

The base of this blender unscrews… revealing the blades, gasket, and threads, of the glass. All which can, and should be cleaned at least once a week depending on use.

One problem… the stupid thing was welded to the bottom!!  It took everything I had to unscrew that thing!!  I think I even may have passed gas!

I cleaned it… put it back together and thought nothing of it until……..

—Yesterday… when I awoke to serious wrist pain… My wrist hasn’t hurt like this since puberty! Today is chest and shoulders… I think I may stay away from pressing today and do some more flies!!

Moral of the story???  let someone else clean your blender!!!   lols 

If I were a terminator I would have the perfect routine, designed for the optimum resistance training, combined with the perfect nutrition, and the best recovery time. I would never lose sleep, and my schedule would be the same everyday.

I am no Terminator… I miss workouts, I lose sleep, My work has extreme hours that change on the drop of a hat.

Still… I move along. I get in my training even if its a crappy session. I think a crappy workout is better than returning to the couch, although a beer and a remote calls to me at times…

Take yesterday… I am selling my truck, so I have been immersed in the sale. Title searches… bank routing numbers.. and options for a 2006 Blazer SS have been claiming my mind. Once the truck was sold I recorded the mileage and parked it. This means we have no extra vehicle in the household…  Of course that’s when my sons truck breaks down…  To say the least its been chaos around here!

I still got my workout in yesterday, and while it wasn’t the best workout I ever had, I still felt some sense of achievement.

I know that this is the kind of dedication I will need to come close to my goals. Looking back at my many failures, I think I am finally on the right track…  

"Come with me if you want to live!" 

Here I am again, I know this music…. wash, rinse, repeat… It takes forever to build the muscle, and even longer to burn the fat.

Last week I decided I was going to start jogging a little at a time in the am, before I leave for work… I made it half way around the block and had to walk the rest of the way… Am I that out of shape?? Thank goodness its 1 am and none of my neighbors are awake to laugh at my patheticness!! (if that’s a word even) This morning, I did better and almost made it all the way.

Since I got a good arm workout in today, I decided to measure my arms pumped. 17 1/2" average. Okay…. I know I know, but it still makes me feel good. My weight has been varying stubbornly between 188 and 190lbs but my waist is starting to shrink a bit..

I want one more hole in my belt dammit!!

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