Showing posts with label sore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sore. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Day Thirty

Buns, hun!

In addition to doing Buns, I mowed the whole yard and then spent an hour pulling weeds with Nick. Ohhhh my aching legs. 

Actually, I think I actually hurt my hamstring in my left leg. I went a little deep on a move and it's absolutely in pain now. That's frustrating because I'm supposed to be doing Drench tomorrow. I also haven't been sore in a while now, and let me just say that I haven't really missed it haha.

I'm also noticing that my daughter is acting like she doesn't feel good again. Hope she's just tired. =(

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Day Twenty

Strength Intervals are no joke. I wrote a haiku:

Chalene is so mean
Oh crap my legs are jello
I think I might fall.

In all honesty, I am just proud I made it through the whole thing. 21 minutes but I was sweating by minute four and tired by minute seven. 

My strength is getting so much better though. That workout would have killed me three weeks ago! I wouldn't have been able to finish it! I'm learning to be proud of myself. And that is HUGE for me. Personal emotional accomplishments are good too and I feel amazing!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Day Four & Five

I failed to write yesterday. And it wasn't because I was dragged out exhausted; it was because I wasn't sure what to say. I was having a rough day emotionally. 

But yesterday, Day Four, I did Lower Body and Upper Body. In fact, I was feeling so good that I did half of Upper Body a second time. I would have completed it, but my family needed me. Point is, I am already stronger. 

Today, Day Five, had me doing Sweat. And let me take the time to point out that it truly lives up to the name. I was drenched in sweat. My legs were on fire! Post workout, I can already feel the soreness. Admittedly, I had to stop a lot and had to break position early a few times. But I'm not discouraged. I'm actually really proud thus far. 

Time for a masochistic moment. I'm really enjoying the soreness. It's sort of like a constant punishment for every late night snack and it's reminding me to never let my body get like this again. Every time I lift my daughter and my triceps ache or when I'm standing doing dishes and my legs feel wobbly I am reminded that I'm heavy, fat, and out of shape. And I get to smile through the pain because I'm changing that. I'm being proactive. I'm getting fit. 

And I'll never again see these numbers on the scale.