Week 1 was tough, but good. My body hurts, but that’s sort of the point.
All about week 2…
Saturday:
We did Chest & Back today again… we both beat (most) of our rep counts from last week, and while the workout somehow seemed easier, we both felt totally drained at the end of it. We skipped Ab Ripper X today as there was some concern that one or both of us might vomit, which is no fun for anyone.
We bought the Recovery Drink, which sort of tastes like Metamucil and Tang mixed together. It’s not bad, but definitely not all that Meg’s friends claimed it would be, and supposedly makes the recovery easier. I’m feel so wasted of energy right now, that I don’t know if I’d recognize the difference…
Sunday:
Megan and I worked out separately today, since she got home from work somewhere after 2:00a and I was bouncing off the walls at 9:30 (and she had her head mashed between two pillows to drown out any and all noise in the world), and that was rougher than I’d anticipated. Plyometrics again. My entire body hurts like a bitch. But in a good way. Make your own sense of it. The trusty HRM says I burned 881 calories in just under an hour.
For a brief, delusional moment before Megan left for work, I thought that I’d try an unassisted pull-up. Still no dice. Not surprising since I’m only just over a week into this.
On a side note, I got a haircut today. It’s the little things that make me happy…
Monday:
Two words: JELLY ARMS. Note: my triceps hurt the next day. Like a lot.
Tuesday:
Yoga. Again, I find this boring. I also did Ab Ripper X today. I don’t hate the yoga, and I noticed that I didn’t tip over quite so much as I did last week, which is good. The trusty HRM says I burned just over 500 calories between yoga and abs, in over an hour, which is not terribly impressive.
Wednesday:
Kenpo. I went out of order today because Megan was doing Arms in the basement, where the pull-up bar is… today was supposed to be legs and shoulders. I’ll do that tomorrow instead.
Last week, I was frustrated with the Kempo routine, because I couldn’t get the cadence of the moves down. This week was much better. This one goes by the fastest… it’s fun – sort of like a kickboxing class. Megan would rather we had pads and were actually kicking and punching at each other – more fun – but then it would take 2 hours instead of 1… I just don’t see that happening.
My everything hurts. Seriously, like everything. Muscles I didn’t know I had hurt me. In a good way.
Thursday:
We went off-script today and had a rest day.
Friday:
Back and legs. I ate like 10 minutes before we started and for the first time, I wanted to hurl the whole workout. And though I didn’t think I had at the time, my shoulder hurts in that over-lifting kind of way. I ended up in bed at 8:30… and then proceeded to sleep over 12 hours. My body was a wee bit tired.
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After two weeks
I woke up this morning feeling sort of like a bus hit me. After sleeping for a long time…
I’m up a half a pound over last week, which is a little discouraging. I ate crap twice this week – one night a big burger and a beer and the other a few margaritas and snacks at a friend’s party. Other than that, I stayed under 1,800 calories every day. (And even with all the crap, I was under 3,000 each of those days.)
I do feel good – I don’t have that achey feeling anymore that you get when all you do is sit on the couch all day long. I am sleeping better, and my mood is generally better (if you ignore any wedding or work-related stress.)
One more week before I leave for RI – that week, I’ll attempt to jog or at least walk every day, but it’s hard when I’m there… lots of expectations from folks that I will see them, have dinner, or a drink… and 10p after a couple of glasses of wine isn’t exactly when I feel at my athletic best.
When we get back, we’re starting over, with the diet, because I’m not thrilled with the results I’m seeing… and I was on a restricted diet (1,200-1,500 calories) for 4 weeks before we started P90X with no weight change. I’m slightly worried that those weight loss pills that my ex and I took so many years ago permanently screwed up my metabolism.
And perhaps a trip to the doctor just to check in…
