My posts are farther and fewer. The only comment I have for today is, Garbage In, Garbage Out. It’s to no one’s surprise that when I eat crap, I feel crappy. When I eat well, I feel good. Yesterday was a bad food today. I still worked out (40 minutes of cardio, doing different types of interval work and mixing steady state in between), but just felt bad. Surely it had nothing to do with the fact that I was more or less eating Chex Mix at work all afternoon. I have a huge Costco-size bag. I won’t get into why I have this bag. Just know, Garbage In. Often times a workout improves things, but not when you’ve been noshing on a high-sodium, high-fat junk food. Then it’s just blah.
Today, a little better. I gave my big bag of Chex Mix to Jason across the hall, also a Chex Mix fan, but probably has better will power than I. Instead I ate the lunch I brought … peach, hard-boiled egg, yogurt, and that other healthier stuff. Not so garbagey, not feeling so bad anymore. What a surprise.
I’ve been going to the boathouse for the past few Thursdays to do a quick intervals-type workout with my rowing mates. Funny, we call it “Kettle Bells” but maybe just one or two of the exercises will actually require Kettle Bells. Today’s workout:
With a partner, switching exercises every 30″ for 4 sets, no rest:
A1 – Wall Balls
A2 – Lunges (standing)
B1 – Renegade Rows
B2 – BW Squats
C1 – Reverse Hypers
C2 – Cross-squats
D1 – TRX Squat and Rows
D2 – Thrusters
E1 – KB Clean & Press
E2 – Squat walks (with band. Can’t remember what to call these).
The bonus round is a bunch of core work: plank, bridge and side plank. I skipped those. Why? Because for those of you whom I haven’t announced to yet, I’m pregnant and, frankly, I don’t like to do plank and now I have an excuse to not do them. Plus, it’s basically impossible to tighten the core these days. I usually do ball crunches while the other rowers do these core workouts, but today even the crunches were uncomfortable. Doctor said that would happen at some point, and I think that point came today.
So, anyway. I glossed over the “I’m pregnant part,” I realize. Quick rundown. 20 weeks. Feeling great (other than the garbage in garbage out fiasco) most of the time. Um. What else do you want to know. Don’t really feel like it now, but I’ll write about the preganant stuff on another day.