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Ouch.
Upped the weights again, on the chest and triceps. BASTARD. I hate when I can't finish all my sets unassisted. Why does he do that? I don't understand.
Anyway, I'm not too sore. Right after, last night, while in the shower, I could barely move my arms, which makes showering difficult, I'll tell ya.
I still feel good about it. So, I guess I will keep going 5 more weeks.
Oh my god. I am going to kill that bastard.
Every bit of happiness with myself, being able to complete all my sets of reps, has been thrown out the window, because as soon as he saw that I was doing everything ok last week, he increased my weights to start the lowest set at the highest weight from last week.
Ouch. I felt the burn.
On an ab note, getting myself motivated to do abs 3-4 times a week is hard. So far I'm averaging 1-2 times/week, and I really need to think about doing do them daily.
I skipped posting Friday night (my usual Thursday workout got moved), so I'll give you the quick rundown...
I'm getting faster at my workouts, finishing more sets, and adding new exercises. Normally, I'd say that's good, but I know in another week, I'll see the trainer raise my weights again. Just when everything becomes comfortable, there we go again.
I am happier with the way I'm progressing, although I need a bit more self-discipline in the ab workouts, even though they're getting easier. I also need to start watching my food intake and regulating it better. At least 2 meals and maybe a snack instead of one HUGE meal at dinnertime. I could have progressed even further by now had I started eating lunches again in week 1 instead of week 4.
If I stay here next weekend, maybe I'll bike. It's been too damn hot.
Pull-ups still kick my ass. Everything else seems to be improving. My trainer found my folder from my evals, so now we can start comparing, after 7 weeks, where I am now, versus where I was then.
I dont feel that much different. I look a little different, more toned. Apparently my trainer can see it in my shoulders, but I'll admit I can't.
I'm seeing pec improvement. But not abs, much. That's my fault tho.
And, my legs are still protesting my trip to Cedar Point. All that walking pushed them past their limit.
Ok, my legs could barely move today. Guess I got my lower-body workout at Cedar Point after all. Still need to do abs. Maybe in the morning? Yeah, that's it.
"bodydismorphiafatmusclemygodwhycan'tIseemyabs complex"
is that what i should call that? this is the only thing i've really been freaking over, and the reason why i started going to the gym 6 weeks ago.
Ugh. I'm glad SOMEONE knows what I'm talking about.
Yeah yeah. End of week six. I just paid for 3 more weeks.
Last night was chest and arms... I finished all my sets. I felt the burn. My trainer upped the weights again. Bastard. Never lets me get too comfortable.
Why can I still not complete my butterfly sets... or my pull-ups?
Someday.
Tonight? Abs.
Yowza.
The 5:30 timeslot at the "gym" is really crazy. There must've been 4 fags age 40+ in the middle of their workouts when I arrived. And of course they stuck around till I was done.
It was super-humid, and the A/C at the gym was not cutting it by much. Thus, I sweat, a lot.
And, thanks to a good-sized lunch and the engergy I gained from it, I was burning up my workout in record time, meaning more new exercises for me. When I finished the 30 minute session, I was soaked from head-to-toe with sweat, and could barely move my arms. Today, I'm mostly ok, with my left bicep complaining only slightly. And it's nearly payment-time again. God, this $336 per 6 weeks really hurts. There ought to be a discount for returning customers. I'd really like a new computer by fall.
I didn't eat dinner last night because I simply wasn't hungry. Instead, I drank a lot of orange juice.
I still need to take my bike out of the car. Ha.
Tonight, abs. Tomorrow, it's back and chest again.
Ok, well, yesterday I bought a bike. A hefty mountain bike. On sale.
I guess this means I'm serious.
This morning, I did my ab workout, and it's starting to not burn so much. That probably means I need to start doing more.
Today's workout is going to be a half-hour earlier. Even more reason for me to take a lunch today. When my trainer called me at work to reschedule, he simply said "Hi Matt, it's Scott," throwing me off completely... (I know too many Scott's)... was trying to figure out why any one of them was calling me to reschedule for 5:30. Oh, THAT Scott.
Nobody said my brain was getting in shape.
Saturday, while at my parents' house, I decided to dig out my mom's dumbells and attempt to do my other workout to get my schedule back in sequence. However, her weights were HALF or less of what I usually use, and while I felt the workout, I did not feel especially tired or sore, and I finished all sets of all reps with no trouble. While that was nice, it didn't feel like I did much.
The best compliment was from my mom: "Have you been losing weight? Or redistributing it, at least?"
Rock. At least SOMEBODY noticed. I can fit easily into 34" jeans again. And comfortably into 33's.
Gotta keep up on my abs... hard to stay motivated on em when I'm not IN the gym. ("Oh, I'll do 'em tomorrow")
Dad's still in better shape than I am, endurance-wise. He and I worked in the barn and I noticed even though he'd been working several hours before my arrival, he was not breaking a sweat.
This is sorta troubling. Just means I need to be more active.
Wow.
I (mostly) finished every exercise without struggle.
I benched all of my sets, finishing every rep.
I completed (almost) every butterfly.
All of my push-ups.
AND these tricep pull-down things (new).
I felt good when I left, until, on my way out the door, my trainer said "Oh, we're upping your weight next week."
Great.
It sucks that I missed my workout on Tuesday. I mean, come on, we were staying at Bally's. But, the gym there wasn't free to guests, so I skipped. I didn't skip my ab workout though. Having 3 mirrored walls in the bathroom there made me see myself in a whole new light... and that lump in the center of my stomach needs to either leave or change. Soon.