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Ok, so I've got to do a better job of updating this thing.

A few things going on in Cholo's life: my birthday was last Friday, and I took that as my cue to eat copious amounts of cupcakes and consume entirely too much alcohol for around three days.  I had an awesome time, and I certainly noticed a difference in the amount of bar attention I got (which was quite welcomed).  But, now I"m sort of having to play catchup.  I only skipped one workout during my birthday binge (the ninja one, Kenpo- which is sort of my least favorite, anyway), and hopefully I'll be able to double up on workouts today and squeeze it in.
Working out:  Phase 2 is tough.  Like, wowzas.  I figured that the first week of Phase 2 would be a doozie because of the whole muscle confusion thing, and it was.  But I'm currently in week 3 and it is harder than ever.  With Phase 1, I was insanely sore during the first week, but in the subsequent weeks I was OK- my muscles were a little tense and had that feeling of oh-my-god-I-can't-hold-up-a-coffee-cup, but I was OK.  Phase 2?  Sore.  Every.  Day.  Granted, not the debilitating sore of week 1, but definite lingering pain.  Even workouts that carried over from Phase 1 (Plyometrics and Legs & Back) are wrecking me.  My butt is guaranteed to be so sore as to make me wince when I sit down after doing the Legs & Back video on Fridays (which lends itself to interesting weekends, wowza), and Plyometrics still makes me feel like an obese woman from a Richard Simmons video.

Some things I"ve realized after the jump.

Some pictures, I guess

Wow, it's been a hot minute since I updated.  I know, that's bad blog etiquette.  I get it.
What can I say?  Life happens.  But, I've still been working out.  Really, I have!

So, here's a picture post.  It's going to be short (because I honestly can't believe I'm putting pictures of myself on the internet- gross), but here it is.  The first picture is Day 0, and the second is abourt Day 34.  It's cheating a little to not do it right on Day 30, but I was Spring Breaking and couldn't get to a seedy bathroom mirror.  So, without further ado...

Ice cream and cake and cake

Shocking/sort of gross revelation this morning: every time I've made something with protein powder (meat stick, I know) I haven't put nearly enough of it in.  I thought that "one scoop" meant, like, a table spoon or two.  Oh no. It meant one scoop full of the scooper that comes in the tub.  THE SCOOPER IN THE TUB IS MASSIVE.  Like, at least 17 tablespoons.  I'm eating some yogurt and fruit with the powder in it, and every gritty bite brings me closer to expelling it all.  Hopefully it will help though?  ::crunch, crunch, crunch::

Go away, fat man!

Immediate post-workout review: Plyometrics this morning.  It didn't feel like it went as well as last week, but I think that might just be a feeling.  I went a little lower on my squats, tried to jump a little higher, etc.  I even had to pause the DVD once to halt impending asphyxiation  (talk about a slice of humble pie).  I sweat my arse off, though, so I guess I was doing something right.

Anywho, I'm off to shower and take a nap before class.  Grocery shopping is a necessary evil today, but I sho' don't want to do it.  Know that.

-Boom

Rolling in the Deep: Day 15

Downloading the new Adele CD as I type, review to come.
I had a dream the other night that I met Adele.  It was a weird dream, and I won't get into the specifics (which involve Europe, foreign languages, tricky food, and dark alleys), but in the dream she told me it was very nice meeting me.  Heck, that's probably the best thing that's happened to me!  So, if people start talking about meeting celebrities, I'll probably talk about my dream-meeting like it really happened.  Whoops.

Today is Day 15!  The pictures have been taken, but I decided, after much little to no debate, to wait until Day 30 to post.  But- silver lining- I'll go ahead and post Day 0, Day 15, and Day 30 pictures come Day 30.  So, it sort of evens out (nope).

The weather this weekend was gorgeous, which didn't exactly lend itself to working out.  But- I got it all done (albeit sort of out of order), and I'm happy for it.  I also got to work on transforming my milky white albino skin into milky pink baby mouse skin, which is a huge plus.  


Workout-related info after the jumparoo.

Another day, another dolla

Today's Wednesday.  How you doin? (yep, that was in the weird Joey Tribbiani voice [not the Wendy Williams voice, sick]).

Workout: today was shoulders and arms.  It went pretty well, I don't really have anything especially awesome or awful to say about it.  I've been a bit disappointed in the amount of weight I've been able to use in the weight-lifting videos on every exercise but the first, but I think that's just the nature of the beast.  I could lift a lot more if I weren't doing it in such a dynamic environment (i.e., in a gym where I can do a set, take a break, do a set, take a break), but I think the dynamics of P90X are good.  Sure, it makes me feel like a little weak tree sapling when I can't lift as much as I thought I could, but hopefully my girly-man lifts will prove beneficial.


Brief review of PowerBlocks and my thoughts on peas and sleep after the jump. 

Only 81 more days!

Ok, so I've neglected my blog a little bit.  Sozzy.


Day 9 is finished!  And, I'm not gonna lie, it felt really good.  Today was Satan's workout, Plyometrics, and it didn't hurt as much as last week.  The push-up/pull-up orgy that was Chest and Back yesterday was still pretty cruel, but I'm seeing some light at this part of the tunnel.  Maybe.

I ate some pretty crap food this weekend, but  it tasted so good.  It was my roommate's birthday, so I reasoned that it was a free pass to eat 3.6 million pieces of cake.  Honestly, who says no to strawberry cake with strawberry icing?  With a side of vodka?  Followed by late-night quesadillas?  I think my food choices sound completely reasonable.


Ok, no they don't.  To make matters worse, I had China Royal (my favorite place to eat in town, a Chinese buffet: the food is cold, it's loaded with MSG, and most of it has been cooked in cow lard.  And it's delicious) for dinner on Sunday.  But, I have to look forward.  I'll just think fondly of greasy Lo Mein and cake, and pretend that my lettuce, carrots, and chicken is just a little bit more fattening.


What is it about food that is designed to kill you and its deliciousness factor?  Does this mean that rat poison tastes like Sweet Tarts?  Someone experiment and get back to me.


Anywho, I've done a better job yesterday and so far today.  I bought what equates to a small vegetable garden from the grocery store, and I've been eating Egg Beaters like a champ.  Just keep swimming, I suppose.


Semi-unrelated ramblings after the jump.

When did my butt become a punching bag?

Quick post before I hit the hay.

1) I'm still sore from Plyometrics.  I'm having a hard time sitting down without making an awkward face.  People in my classes today must have thought I'm fighting a nasty case of hemorrhoids.
2) Workout this morning was pretty tough.  It was a bunch of pushups and pullups, which, after the first 2000, start to wear on you.
3) Today also brought Ab Ripper X.  It should be called Ab/Leg/Life-Ruiner X.  It was nasty.

I think I'm at the phase where everything is really hard and I have to complain about it to get through it.  Hm, what's the next phase?  Actually being able to finish a video without pressing the pause button?  Hopefully.

Yoga X in the morning, hopefully it will help balance my workout-induced mood swings.

Diet Day 2: success, for the most part.  No cheating yet, but the chicken breast/lettuce/carrots thing is starting to wear on me.

Basically the longest 2 days of my life.

I am out of shape, hear me roar.

-Chuck


P.S.  Did anyone see the Bonnaroo 2011 lineup?  I-N-S-A-N-E.  I'm quite looking forward to walking around small-town Tennessee, listening to Eminem, and wearing a hippie loin-cloth. Can you dig it?