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? 

Ok, Bonnie, maybe we CAN give them something to talk about

There were a few hiccups in my big start to P90X, hence the delayed post.  Also, the crickets are chirping and my eyes are closing, so this one might be a little on the short side.

First off, the initial Day 0 assessment.  I was a little lax on the assessment as I only took a before picture and weighed myself.  I might pull the little girl "I'm-too-embarrassed-to-put-up-my-before-picture" card and wait until Day 30 (or maybe Day 15 if I'm feeling super jacked super early), but I will put  my starting weight (as a point of reference, I'm 6'1"):  

171 pounds.   

That number is much better than I expected (I thought I was hovering around the 180 lb. mark).  In my mind I would like to be at 160 by the program's end, but I think that might be a little too low given my height.  If, come Day 90, I were still 171 lbs. and looked completely different, I think I would be satisfied.
So, I suppose my overall goal is to lose 10 pounds, but not really.  Hm.

My review of Day 1 and what I grubbed on after the jump.

A long way to Beverly Hills

I think I've been taking advantage of this last week of freedom.  Lots of ice cream and a hearty meal at the local Chinese buffet, and I've firmly packed on enough blubber to get me through the coldest winter.

Even though I feel like a walrus, I'm getting excited about starting P90X on Monday.  I watched a few a shit ton of YouTube results videos today and took some time to read over all of the instructional materials.  A few quick thoughts after the jump (I'll expand upon them in a later post, I'm sure).

Only got 4 minutes to save the world

I'm so excited about Valentine's Day, y'all!  I get to spend lots of time with that special someone, eat a good dinner, cozy up in front of a romantic comedy, laugh at jokes that are, at best, slightly humorous.

Wait, no I'm not.
I'm single.
Perpetually single.

Anywho, today is not Valentine's Day.  So I guess it's not that important.  But, V-Day is in one week, so today is important: today is the first day of the last week of my relationship with my three best friends.

I get teary just thinking about it.  We've had some great times together, we three.  But, even though they shouldn't, most good things eventually come to an end.
 Insert the most terrible (greatest) friendship-ruiner ever.

So, on Valentine's Day, 2011, I'll start the P90X program and try to undo the damage that years of delicious food and bar romps have done.  It will be long, it will be hard, and I'll probably curse.  A lot.  But, hopefully, I will have an excuse not to wear a shirt between the months of May and September.  Think of all the money I'll save on shirts!

More to come (like the dreaded pictures).  Anybody want to cocktail every night from now until Sunday night?  It's part of my grieving process.

-Cholo