josiethefiend’s BodyBlog

Ah, it is so nice to watch the number on the scale moving down again.  So what if I get as excited now about .2 of a pound as I used to be about two  pounds.  Progress is progress, and I seem to be making a lot of it since I got back to calorie counting. 

Score.

I decided to try out Nectar protein, and I’m so in love.  It tastes better, has less calories, and I can mix it in plain water?  Sold.  I may even go back and buy another tub so I can have a variety of flavors.  I’m really that impressed.  I’ve also started taking CLA, but it would help if I could remember the damn stuff more than once a day.  Woops.  Finally, I’ve started cooking whole oats for breakfast every morning, and adding a scoop of the ON Cookies and Cream protein that I’m trying to hurry up and get rid of.  It’s pretty gross for drinking with milk, but seems to work alright in my oats.

As always, lifting continues to go well.  Miraculously, my boyfriend has suddenly decided to join me for my evening lifting sessions at the gym.  I’m more than a little surprised, and extremely excited to hopefully get him lifting consistantly.  I’ve also sneakily moved my ab work from the mornings to the evenings, so he will have to do it as well.  Call me selfish, but I’ve got dreams of a healthy, fit, six-pack man dancing through my head.  Heh. 

Now if I can just get him to lay off the buffets for lunch, I’ll have it made.

As for me, my stomach is shrinking finally, and starting to flatten out.  I’m using a notch on my belt that has never even seen a buckle before, and all of my pants are too big.  I’m totally daydreaming of posing suits by next year. 

I missed my morning workout at the gym this morning on account of being hit by a ****ing Mack truck. Fortunately, it was only going about 3, maybe 5 miles per hour, but might I remind you that I commute via bike.

****ing scary as all hell, my body’s still all jumpy. Fortunately, the guy stopped just in time, and while my bike ended just just slightly under the truck, I managed to get mostly out of harms way, and nothing ended up under the tires. Besides a little scuffed paint, my bike is fine. Besides a lot of sore muscles from trying to get the **** out of the way, and a banged up left leg where he hit me into my bike, I’m alright as well. I’m favoring the leg a little bit now as it gets more sore, and I’ll probably have a nice bruise, but otherwise no harm done. I think I almost had a ****ing heart attack though.

I was right in the middle of a crosswalk, and this guy just didn’t even see me. He was looking right over top of me and just went ahead and decided to turn. He was slowed down like he was going to stop, and he was looking my way so I thought I’d made eye contact. Next thing I know I’m yelling “WTF?!?!?!?!?” and he hits me.

He was a complete gentleman, jumped out of his car and was extremely concerned and sorry, helped me to the sidewalk, got me some tissues, and pulled his truck over. He stayed with me for several minutes, and gave me one of his paystubs with all his contact info, the time, the intersection, and his license plate number. I felt mostly alright, and my bike still worked just fine, so I did not call the cops. I called my dad to make sure I wasn’t just thinking unclearly, and whether I should or shouldn’t call the cops, but he said if I wasn’t hurt I could just let it go, and keep his info just in case.

What a way to start the damn day, man. My stomach still won’t settle, and this happened five hours ago.

So, a little PSA for the day; Be attentive, and watch out for pedestrians and cyclists!!!!!  Had I been hurt, or gone ahead and called the cops, that man would have been in a world of trouble.  Remember that cyclists/pedestrians ALWAYS have the right of way, so if they are crossing or signaling to turn, yield!  While a lot of pedestrians/cyclists jaywalk or take red lights with a grain of salt, a lot of us take great pains to follow the rules to a T and stay safe.  Please, don’t run us over. 

Ha, so, funny experience at GNC this weekend.

My boyfriend and were out cruising one of the local malls, since it was raining horribly but we felt like a walk.  So we cruise into the GNC, and the counter dude quickly helps me find the calipers, and then I tell him thats it, I just want to browse for a minute.  I wander to the back of the store, where the protein, mass-gainers, and creatine hang out.  I’m innocently reading the back of a bottle of creatine monohydrate, and there’s this dude again.  “Um, I thought you said you were just browsing?”  Well, yes, I wanted to check out the protein prices and read the creatine bottles to see what’s out there.  “Uh huh, yeah, so what are your goals?”  This guy is really snarky at this point, saying something about the fat burners being at the front of the store. 

I tell him I want to build muscle, and he doesn’t believe me at first.  Not until I start dropping terms like “natural bodybuilding” and “figure” does he lay off it, and suddenly turns into super-helpful-omg-it’s-a-girl-that’s-not-afr
aid-of-bulk man. 

Hilarious.  Way I figure he totally thought I was back there trying to steal creatine for my boyfriend or something, while he was at the front of the store poking fun at the Muscle Milk.  Yikes!  By the time I paid for my calipers, he was defending me from my boyfriend’s playful teasing about me being a nut-job that goes to the gym twice a day, and counter dude was totally serious about it, too. 

It was just too funny for me to feel offended about it.  I’m still giggling.