TuffGirl’s BodyBlog

Nobody ever once said this shit was gonna be easy. Damn!  I could eat a whole Large pizza with green olives and mushrooms, right now!  That’s how hungry I am.  And I’ve been that way all day.  I don’t know what’s going on with me.  Some days it’s like this.  I just feel like an eating machine.  All the books say: 90% of the time hunger is really thirst.  Drink water.  BULL! I want to eat!

My ass didn’t make it to the gym today. Nope.  Too damn lazy.  Oh, but when folks at work asked me if I ran this morning of course I told them "Sure, I did!"  They’ll never know the difference.  Shit, None of them are doing anything about their weight.  They sit and wait for me to heat up my lunch… Everyday it’s the same thing "You’re eating that AGAIN?"  YES, and I’ve lost 39 pounds eating it - you FAT ASS!

Tomorrow is another Friday. We always wear blue jeans to work on Fridays.  Size 12. Again.  Most women you say size 12 and they are in tears, but me?  I’ve got a huge smile on my face.  My ass hadn’t been in size 12 (until last week) for quite some time…  I get to experience the magic all over again!  YIPPEE!  Size 10 here I come!

I will be at the gym tomorrow morning.  Count on it!

Get outta the way boys & girls, TuffGirl is here!

Rickson was tapping his watch when I got to the gym this morning.  Standing right on my treadmil.  Yep, my favorite. 5th from the window.  It was already set at 4.0  You’ve gotta be f*cking kidding me!  I can’t do that!  But, no argument from me.  Let’s do this… In my mind I could hear his thick Brazilian accent - "Where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting!  Time is getting short!  You don’t want this! You play with me!"

Damn! I didn’t expect this.  Marty’s out of town - again.  And me?  I woke up late this morning.  Taking my time getting to the gym.  Dragging my feet as though the pounds will magically melt off without me even trying…  It’s better when that old JARHEAD is yelling and I can complain.  I must be sick!  Deep down I prefer it when he’s yelling.  "Trolman!"  "Damn it, Trolman! Have you forgotten everything I’ve ever told ya?"

Ok, so I pounded out 3 miles on that freaking treadmill.  Heart pumping and Metabolizm jumping…!  Focus, Focus, Focus.

I worked my abs - KILLED ‘em!

Yep, workouts aren’t the same without Marty.  He’ll be back on Monday.

John called me yesterday.  I let the phone ring several times.  I knew it would be some funny shit! First words out of his mouth when I answered:  "You know this shit is f*cking killing me!"  I laughed.  He can’t believe that I’ve dropped 39 pounds and still planing to lose more.  Yep, I’m still gonna meet him and buy him a birthday beer in December.  I’ll be 140 pounds by then if it kills me.  MORE INCENTIVE for me to get it done.  One look at me, he’ll probably want to leave his wife. Poor thing - I’m Taken!

SIZE 12 JEANS…AND MY ASS IS IN ‘EM! 

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Exactly who is Attila the Hun? 

When we started our workout today, I asked Marty who he wanted me to compare him to… I told him I’d likened him to stirred up hornets nests and fire ant mounds with gasoline spilled on top, but today was worst of all.  I felt like my arms were gonna tear right out of their sockets!  Yep, today was - OH, Don’t let me say it…My favorite workout day. ARMS!

I love working my arms!

"You want big arms, Right? Trolman?"

Marty calls it a PRISON WORKOUT. Sometimes he does that.  He’ll push me extremly hard on a workout.  All I can imagine is these criminals working out (hey, they’ve got nothing better to do, right?) getting big and strong - muscles growing, getting bigger and bigger.  The sweat pouring off of their bodies. 

Those mother f*ckers can’t think of anything else but getting their bodies in shape and getting out of prision.  I was one of them. I was prisoner number 80719.  Release date December 15, 2007.  That shit was feeling good to me.  I was working out so intensely that I was almost angry!  I felt like one of those dudes in lockup.  Grunting, griting my teeth, angry with the world! GET THIS FAT OFF MY BODY!!!! Mess with me, Damn you!

Marty never did tell me who he wanted to be referred to in my blog today…  I toughed it out, it hurt so good! He pushed me for about 45 minutes with that Prision Arm Routine, then we did a fierce ab workout and then I ran 2 miles on the treadmill.  Damn! If I don’t get released from prison, I’ll surely be a jailbird’s dream girl! - with my fine self at 140 pounds 

Later, Marty stopped by my office.  He’d decide that Attila the Hun was who he felt like today.    I wonder how tall Attila was?

For you Marty:

Attila the Hun was born around 406 A.D.

Attila’s Rise to Power

Called the Scourge of God by the Romans, Attila the Hun was King and General of the Hun empire from A.D. 433 to 453. Succeeding his Uncle, King Roas, in 433, Attila shared his throne with his brother Bleda. He inherited the Scythian hordes who were disorganized and weakened by internal strife. Attila’s first order of affairs was to unite his subjects for the purpose of creating one of the most formidable and feared armies Asia had ever seen.

Yes, quite addicting!  I’m checking mine all the time. Constantly. I’ve got a handful of email addresses.  I’m forever checking to see if this person or that person has sent me and email.  If someone has sent me a private message, if someone has posted something funny on my BodySpace Page.  An email from Someone from my past, an old friend, one of you guys from this website BB.com.   I just love getting emails!  I’m checking my emails from work, from home, staying connected…

So, I wake up this morning to the sound of my alarm (It’s the bugle call: Reveille) the first thing I do is check my Yahoo mail account to see if I have any mail.  Now, remember: I am a MENTAL PATIENT.   Only one email for me this morning it’s titled :DON’T GIVE UP!

Who is this from? I open it, it’s from my BROTHER!  Will you look at this!  Words of Encouragement for his little sister.  Just what I needed to get my day going this morning.  Oh Hell, Yes, I am in this for Sure!  This is what he wrote:

I just read your newest blog entry - DON’T GIVE UP! AND DON’T SAY f**k it! Do what you have been doing and keep at it. You’ll get there. It might not be in December but it could be New Year’s Day. Love Ya!

Reggie - Your Bro

That was just what I needed!  A little push.  I don’t know about the rest of you folks but I have always looked up to my Big Brother and if he thinks I can do it (even if he is singing a different song today than last week) then I can!  He knows I’ve got it in me to do it.  AND I KNOW I CAN DO THIS!  “It’s true because Reggie told me so”"  That’s my new mantra - “It’s true because Reggie told me so!” I worked out with much more intensity this morning.  Marty was there today.  Damn near killed me.  Today’s workout: BACK - remember Doan’s Pills? Where can I buy some?   

Cardio NEWS…my decsion is this from now to December: no matter what time I get to the gym I will do cardio. Previously, I only did cardio BEFORE weight training because I did not want to burn my muscle that was just built.  Now, I will do cardio BEFORE or AFTER weight training - my objective from now to December is to get the pounds off. 

I’m gonna be 140 by December 15th, It’s true because Reggie told me so!”

I could barely get out of bed this morning.  Last thing I wanted to do was workout.  Just one more snooze on that alarm was all I could think of… What is wrong with me?  Do I want this or not?  I’m hanging around watching TV until 11:30pm at night.  Laughing with my dog about how I’d better get to sleep.  I’m not taking this shit seriously.  John called me the other day.  You know John, my college buddy.  We keep in touch every now and again.  Last time I talked to him was my birthday.  I told him I was on this weight loss kick.  I also told him that by his birthday I would be back down to my college weight and he would be surprised.  I’d meet him for a beer.  Well, If I don’t get a GRIP, I ain’t meeting nobody for a beer!

I went to the fights Friday night.  Marty and me.  GEEZ! I drank a lot!  Don’t even ask what the scale read on Monday.  I dare not tell you.  Just know that I didn’t blog…that usually means - IT AIN’T GOOD!  Those guys sure know how to throw a party.  Let’s just say that maybe I need to re-read the questions that my dear brother posed to me last week - SHIT!!!!!

So, I’m looking at the calendar today and I’m thinking: I’ve got about 90 days to make this happen.  90 days to lose 23 pounds (give or take). Am I up for this?  I keep dicking around.  I get to the gym late.  I go to bed late.  I’m not taking my supplements like I should.  I’m not staying hydrated like I should.  I allow myself to be temped by crap food and drink. WTF am I doing?  Am I in this for real or what?

All my life I have known that if I really wanted something I could do it/ get it/ make it happen.  Look how far I have come with this! I’m getting down to the wire and I’m stubbing up like a scared dog…

Today’s workout:  Marty was home with a sick kid, so I worked out alone.  Me and Rickson ran until we could run no more. 4 Miles on Treadmill.  That knot is out of my calf - finally! My chest felt like it was gonna cave in.  I did multiple pullups to failure (with cheater lift set to 160).  I did my usual ab workout.

Tomorrow is another day.

So, I’m on the phone the other night with my brother… He poses these questions to me: "What if your body doesn’t want to weigh 140 pounds? What if you are not meant to weigh 140 pounds ever again and that 165 pounds is it for you? You know, you are not 25 years old any more, this might just be it." 

INTERESTING —

I have been pondering this for 3 days now.  In silence.  I’ve not blogged.  I’ve been a lurker on my own "Have You Noticed?" thread; just watching the conversations.  Speaking up only occasionally.  I’ve been working out, but not really with the same UMPH! It’s been a drag these past 3 days…  Each day I get on the scale and low and behold it’s that same old 165 looking back at me.  Maybe brother is right, maybe I’m meant to remain 165, not become 140 besides, I am not 25 anymore.

Let’s see if I can catch up here:

Tuesday’s workout was:  All Cardio 3 Miles Treadmill

Wednesday: Legs (Marty tried to kill me), plus 2 miles on Treadmill

Thursday: Arms, plus 1 mile on Treadmill

So, Brother, Dear, you will be happy to know that I’ve been in a pit for 3 days worried that I will forever be weighing in at 165 pounds. 

BUT, today, I rise above!

I got on the scale this morning and the magic number reads: 163!

SO, THERE!

And, NO! I’m not 25 years old anymore!

Didn’t we just do this? Yes, we did this on Friday.  Whatever.  I just do what Sarge tells me to do.  I’m not hurting so bad today.  I am well rested from the weekend.  Just a tiny bit of tightness in my right shoulder, but other than that I am ok.

I managed to get a mile of cardio in this morning (Thanks, Carl!) before Marty graced me with his presence. I wanted to do more but I was slow mowing out of the house this morning so that was all I got.  Tomorrow they are replacing ALL of the Cardio equipment so there will be no cardio unless I do it at the gym in the complex before I leave home — Right! Like that’s gonna happen.

Marty was in a better mood today.  Not much but a little better…  Need to find him a Girl!  GEEZ!

That damn scale ain’t changing.  It’s STUCK.  Looks like 165 is where I’m gonna be hanging for a while.  What do I need to do to get over that hump?  MORE CARDIO?   Maybe I should run back and forth to the office each day? 8 MILES ;)  Damn!  I am eating enough calories, , I am drinking enough water,,,,  MUST KEEP AT IT!!!  Break 165 pounds

I saw a girl today working out with her trainer for the first time (it appeared to me).  She was about the size I was when I started in January - approx 200 lbs.  She didn’t seem very enthused about being at the gym.  When I saw her again it was in the locker room.  We were alone.  I was getting dressed.  She looked beat.  I said "Hello" and asked her "How was your workout?"  Her face lit up with a smile she said "Good, Thanks."  I hope she continues to workout and sees progress like I have.  It only works if you keep at it.

YOU GO, GIRL!

He turned 48 years old.  Do you think he was any nicer in the gym today? Oh, hell no!  Meaner than a mound of red fire ants with a drop of gasoline mixed in!  SHIT!  You can’t get any worse that that!  He was barkin’ orders left and right…  You would’ve thought it was basic training all over again.  "And this is only the beginning…" he said.  Damn, I am IN TROUBLE.

I managed a painful mile of Cardio (Thanks, Carl!) before Marty arrived at the gym.  My enthusiam  for cardio is pretty shitty today!   I hope it returns next week.  I need to talk to Rickson.

Today’s workout?  Chest and Shoulders.  My whole body hurts.  This mo fo is killing me!  The only saving grace I have is that the weekend is here and I can cool it for 2 days (Kinda) - But, I’ve been told I need to do some ab work OR ELSE. Remember how I said my back felt like a dump truck rolled over it?  Well, now it’s my chest.  Not a dump truck, more like a MACK TRUCK - HITTING IT. Hard. Like full speed ahead.  Anyway, enough on my complaining.  I did ask for this, Right?

I’m the girl who wanted to look like Jody May - NPC Level Heavweight BodyBuilder.  Damn! That girl looks good!  Well, I want folks to say the same thing about me… maybe just on a smaller scale. (you know, I AM 15 years older than Jody May) 

UFC FIGHTS this Weekend straight from London, England.  You got your picks figured out?  I do:

MAIN CARD

PRIDE champion Dan Henderson vs. UFC champion Quinton Jackson - Rampage is gonna put a hurtin’ on Hollywood.

Marcus Davis vs. Paul Taylor (swing bout) -Davis has got some power in his fists

Mirko "Cro Cop" Filipovic vs. Cheick Kongo - Cro Cop ain’t losin’ again, not like that!

Michael Bisping vs. Matt Hamill - Bisping’s not gonna lose @ home.

Houston Alexander vs. Alessio Sakara - something tells me that Houston Alexander ain’t all he thinks he is…

See you on MONDAY!

I don’t know what I’m trying to accomplish here.  I am too old for this.  Too old to be waking up every morning before the sun comes up and mixing a protein shake, putting on some skimpy outfit and going to go workout with some Jarhead Former Marine Corps Nut Case!  I’m too old, I tell ya.  I’m sleepy, I’ve got a head ache, my arms hurt, my back hurts,… Steve says; "STOP LETTING HIM PUSH YOU" but, I know: I sure look good!   I’m gonna let him push and push and push…   Damn!  I can’t win! Yes, I can 

Today’s workout?  Another day of ARMS!  Yep, I love ‘em.  I can’t lift ‘em, but I love ‘em.  That mo fo is pushing me like there’s no tomorrow.  Marty’s text message today said:  "Turn that HATE into 140 LBS" - that’s just what I plan to do.  All the hate that I’m feeling for the ab training… All the hate I feel for the hard workouts… I’m gonna turn it into ONE FINE 140 LB BITCH!

Cardio Report (Thanks, Carl!) 2 miles on Treadmill, 4 miles on cycle.  Marty did NONE! 

I can see my ass disappearing…

"It stands for Arthur."  that’s what Marty told me today. Well, he had me fooled!  Cuz this morning he was acting very much the part of an ass! (Marty’s middle initial is "A") He’s like that some days.  Some days?  Lots of days, Most days.  But then again, so am I.  We’re made for each other.  We are. He was on edge because he was having his performance evaluation at work and was concerned that he might be getting bumped out of his slot.  I told him not to worry.  He never listens to me.  Anyway, by lunchtime he was Happy again.  Everything had come full circle - I was right!  Dummy! Underwear out of the wad. Marty’s happy again.

So we worked our BACK today.  Mine feels like a DUMP TRUCK rolled over it. Shit, I swear he’s trying to kill me.  And every day he says "It’s only gonna get worse."  What the f*ck am I doing?  Tomorrow is ARMS DAY again…Didn’t we just do arms?  Oh, never mind… I WANT ARMS! SHIT!

So, my brother is reading my blog every couple of days and he’s figured that if I keep losing about 7 pounds a month til December 15 - I’ll reach my goal.  I guess that’s reasonable.  About 2 pounds a week.  I need to be strict with my diet, strict with my cardio, consistant with my workouts… Am I starting to sound a bit obscessive here?  I better take a step back a look at this…

NO, SIR!  NOT ME! 

Yes, you remember… I came back from that trip to NYC 3 pounds heavier!  All those beers I drank!  I have no WILL POWER!  I SEE BEER - I DRINK IT!  "Regina, you want a beer?" says, Iris.  As she rolls her eyes… yes, this is what she gets for a daughter-in-law.  A beer drinkin’, loud mouth, black gal from Georgia.  Who woulda thought?  Iris loves me very much and so does Paul, my Daddy-in-Law.  That’s why they stock the frig with all the good food and drink before we get there for a visit!  You should see Iris going through the liquor cabinet trying to find stuff for me to drink.  (I’m the only drinker in the family… ) "Regina, Try this!"  That stuff has been in there for years… "No thanks, Iris, Really."

So Anyway, I got on the scale today and low and behold those DAMN pounds were finally GONE!  165! I stood there buck naked for a long time!  Some chick was waiting to get on the scale, but I didn’t care!  I wanted to look at the number for a long time!  Now on to the next DROP!

CARDIO is my Friend.  Thanks Carl!, Thanks Rickson!  Thanks Steve! (Steve pushed me cause I pushed him, too)

Well, surprise me!  I get to the gym and Sarge (Marty) is doing Cardio! I joined in.  Didn’t get much, but got a few laps, He hates Cardio…Oh, well I did enough this weekend to choke an elephant.

Marty and I worked ARMS today!  Another Fabulous Day!  It’s  ALWAYS FABULOUS when I work ARMS!  I’m tired. Marty was true to his word today.  He kicked it up a notch.  Had me working like a TANK.  Kept saying "YOU WANT ARMS?, RIGHT?" That was my number one objective.  Hey, I’m 45 f*cking years old! Oh, don’t say that!…. GEEZ, he’s killing me!  Anyway, I’m getting ARMS. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

DETERMINATION is A MOTHER F*CKER!

Yep, I did it! Got that cardio in!  Me and Steve hit the Gym in the complex together.  He looked like he needed some moral support, I just wanted to get the cardio over with.  It’s hot in that f*cking gym. I hate it there!  They need to turn up the AC.  BIG TIME!  Anyway, I did my time and got the f*ck outta there.  So that was fine.  Two days in a row.  Not so bad.  I don’t feel so much like a slob, laying around doing nothing for Labor Day.

So Marty and I were gonna hit the Gym this morning, but Steve and I had an appointment with a Real Estate Agent at 10:30am.  That threw a wrench in our plans.  Turns out we could have skipped that.  The townhouse we looked at was not BIG enough! DAMN!  Perfect location, too.

So tomorrow is another day.  I’m excited about my workout.  Bright and early.  Marty says he’s gonna TURN IT ON.  Let’s see what kind of "gusto" I writing with tomorrow.  It should be interesting.  Until then…