hammiemam’s BodyBlog

I got sick today, I didn’t work out.  I planned on doing tricepts today.  I will do it tomorrow evening, and Monday will be my last day at the gym before recover starts…  Wish me luck guys!

I took today off with the weights.  My last day off before perhaps two months off…  I will hit it hard this weekend and monday, then it is playing it safe on the couch…  I bet my tricepts will be phenomenal after all my time on crutches…

I love fitted shirts, but they don’t make fitted shirts for strong girls.  If you have a smaller waist, and a smaller bust, that must mean you have arms of a stick figure…  Ugh… no wonder I most comfortable in tank tops…

You know you feel comfortable with yourself when you can walk into your gym wearing pink winter boots, a pink knee brace, a winter jacket, pink shorts, a visor and a rainbow colored hat with a poofy thing on top.

I think I hurt my wrist on leg day.  I wasn’t using the smith machine, I just figured I would clean the bar to my chest, and do my squats from there.  I only had eighty pounds, so I didn’t figure it would be any big deal.  So as I brought the bar to my chest, I hit my favorite necklace and broke it, I reacted to it breaking, and did something funny to my wrist.  It was a little tender on friday night, not too bad.  I didn’t notice anything wrong on Saturday, and most of today.  I was even just great during my workout until I did tricept dips, and then I just felt so weak.  Oh well, it will be better soon, and it isn’t so bad that I will stop working out on it.  My wrist will heal… I just wish my necklace would too… 

You always hear that quote about living like there’s no tomorrow.  I’ve always thought that was a great idiom to live by, and when I thought about it, I did my best to live by it. However, life kind of gets in the way sometimes, and you forget you have to keep living…  This sentiment took on a much more real meaning last week.  On Friday, I came to a realization that I have less than two weeks before I have my surgery.  I now have about ten days to live my life to the fullest.  I have ten days to run around the dog park with Benson as though nothing is wrong.  Ten more days to lift to my hearts content.  Ten more days to drive around, ten more days to work,  ten more nights in my own bed, ten more days to shower standing up, ten more days of privacy, ten more days of walking, running, biking, ten more days of doing everything for myself.  Friday really put some things into perspective for me, though I’ve really been living bigger this whole month awaiting the surgery. 

I am very very fortunate that the reason I am having so much respect for each day I live is because I will be temporarily off the map.  I am thankful I don’t have some sort of known expiration date on my life.  But it takes something relatively serious for me to live big.  It takes me knowing that I won’t be able to walk for up to two months for me to be so thankful for my ability to walk now.  Why is this the case?

Well now I am making a literal vow to myself and anyone who reads this… I will live big.  before the surgery, after the surgery…  I will live big.  I will lift big, and I will live big.  There is no reason to sit around and think I’ve got all the time in the world… I might not. 

I will live big.

I am wondering why there is this huge female stigma against other females that lift heavy.  I go to my gym, and I get dirty looks from the other girls that are hanging out at their cardio machines.  Now, if I heard anyone else say somthing like this, I might assume that that individuals affect might be somewhat negative, so let me clarify.  I literally have a grin on my face throughout my workout.  I lift, I smile, I feel great doing it.  SO now that I think about it, perhaps the dirty looks are because of how crazy I look, grinning as I’m throwing around a bunch of heavy stuff.  Maybe they are jealous because I am in the same area as the guys that are also throwing around heavy stuff.  Who knows… They can stare and give dirty looks all they want… I will smile with my iron and hang out with the big boys, those girls can hang out on the cardio machines and talk on their cell phones.

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I am having a rough go at some things in my world right now.  I know I can count on you guys with some good news or cheesey jokes or something.  Please help me out guys!

I have forgotten how wonderful healthy food tastes when you’ve worked hard to earn it.  I made some healthy meatloaf complete with venison, flax and oatmeal (and a bunch of spices).  It is the driest meatloaf I’ve ever had.  But it and the brown rice and spinach are the most amazing things known to my taste buds right now.