February 20th. Legs. Life. Progress pics/stats.
WOW!!!! I found out the craziest, sickest, most infuriating shit today!!! But I have decided that it’s a blessing, since I have been asking God to help me heal my broken heart, so I am using this newfound information as a positive, and also as a sign that everything has happened for a reason, and that God has been looking out for me and my future this whole time. As for the other party, all I can do is continue to pray for her and hope she finds her way someday, cuz she’s totally screwing up her life and she doesn’t seem to recognize it or understand the damage she’s doing. It’s tough to change though, and things can really catch up with you later in life. I certainly know from experience.
But anyway…..my workout tonight was legs. When I was younger, and in studly sexy shape lol, I used to work my legs harder than any other bodypart. I enjoyed the fact that I could lift more weight with my legs, and felt that no leg workout was complete unless I worked so hard that I puked, and couldn’t walk comfortably for a few days. There was just something satisfying about knowing that I could leg press 500 or more pounds while I could barely lift my bodyweight for other bodyparts. I used to destroy my legs, and enjoyed struggling to walk up and down stairs the rest of the week haha. But back then, I was already very lean, so I did very little cardio by comparison, as I didn’t need to lose bodyfat, and my goal was to gain weight. When I did do cardio, it was very brief 20 minute sessions, and never within a few days of having done a tough leg workout. These days however, my goal, at least for now, is to lose my gut, lose weight and inches, and lose fat. All of this means that I need to be, and have been doing much more cardio. I do at least 45 minutes a day, sometimes more, but if I were blasting my legs to death, there’s no way I could possibly have the ability to get that much cardio done. My legs just simply wouldn’t be able to handle it. So I almost feel bad about the somewhat weak effort I put towards my leg workout tonight. Now don’t get me wrong, I did work hard, and I will be sore tomorrow, but by the standards of my youth, this workout was pathetic. Of course I’m trying to see the big picture though. If I had blasted my legs, I would have regretted it the rest of the week when I was forced to skip cardio. So, at least for now, leg workouts are an adapting process, and need to work hand in hand with the rest of my fat loss and cardio goals. Hopefully by summertime I will have my bodyfat down, and can start to really put in some good leg workouts again. So tonight, I did leg extensions, lying leg curls, hack squats, seated calf raises, and my obliques. Ideally, I want to be doing all of those things, but also some leg press, some regular squats, some stiff legged deadlifts, and some standing calf raises also. So really, I only did about half a workout, but I did lift heavy, and felt like I worked hard on what I did do, so I’m happy, just not satisfied.
My intent was to go to the gym yesterday and lift, but I let JR talk me into going to the casino with him again, which was a mistake. I love going, and I basically went because I was starving, and they have great food very cheap. It was a mistake though, cuz JR keeps losing all his money!!! Not good, and as his friend, I should be stopping him from gambling. Or at the very least, I should teach him to play poker because it would give him an opportunity to play longer, lose less money, and play a skill game instead of a pure gambling game in which the house has a huge advantage. Anyway, I don’t want to create some gambling monster haha, so if he does go to Vegas with me in 2 weeks, I will try to curb his spending.
Last thing. I attempted to take progress pics, and also to take new measurements, but it is not so easy by myself haha. I don’t want to take incorrect measurements, and it’s fairly tough to get a good pic by myself, especially when the lighting sucks in this house. So I need to enlist Roger’s help, or somebody’s help anyway. It’s funny, I am a little paranoid about taking pics. I look in the mirror, and I know that I am looking much better, but I also know that I still look like crap and have a ton of work to do. The fact that girls keep hitting on me has given me a false sense of accomplishment lol, cuz none of them have seen me with my shirt off. But my face is much thinner, which is where the attention is coming from, I’m looking cute in the face again. Now I just need to get a tan and lose another 10 pounds off my belly and I’ll be good to go!
