Like everyone else, I decided to start the new year off with a bang. In the gym. To get rid of the holiday fluff. I started off strong at the beginning of the week… Then by day 4, I’d slowly fizzle out. Same with my eating habits. The first couple of weekends into the new year were filled with kiddie birthday parties. That didn’t help me any. It was easy to get motivated once Sunday nights rolled around…but the feeling didn’t make it past Wednesday.
So this past Sunday, I made up my mind. I looked at all my pics from a year ago and realized I needed to get back on track. I made a commitment to do just that. Monday morning, before I got dressed for work, I forced myself to step on the scale. It read 128.8. My heart sank. I have not seen that number on my scale in 2 years. That may not seem like a lot to you, but it’s never a good feeling to see the numbers go up. And no it’s not muscle. It’s FLUFF.
Monday I did legs. Leg press, squats…all that good stuff. Plus a 20 min HIIT workout. Yesterday, upper body. Triceps, biceps, delts, shoulders and chest. Then today, went for a bike ride with the hubs and then came home and did this workout in my garage.
It. Kicked. My. Ass.
I am sore from head to toe. And oh-em-gee did I miss that feeling. You know, that “i just got hit by a bus” feeling. The “hurts so good” feeling. I am determined to look better than I did just a few short months ago. Building that lean muscle, baby. Summer is just around the corner… Actually it’s already here in SoCal. Winter never showed up. But anyway, that’s a whole other story. 😉