Folks, you can stop looking...I have found the epitome of evil. It is a small, adorable, black woman named Rhonda who teaches a class called Body Pump at my gym. She looks very sweet and says encouraging things, but then she makes you do horrible, horrible things. My everything hurts. Arms, legs, abs, shoulders...I don't think I'm gonna make it. And I just took the class today. You may know that the DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) are the worst two days after the workout. Good lord...this is gonna get worse? If you don't hear from me for a couple of days, it's because I can't get out of bed.
However...I will need to get out of bed tomorrow. I'm getting a fill. I really need it. I lost a bunch of weight, fast, on Atkins, but I added a few carbs back (I knew Atkins wasn't forever, just for a jumpstart) and I gained over 3 pounds back in a week. Eeeek! I know it's not "real" weight, just water and glycogen, but still. I can very definitely eat more than I should. I'm "munchy" all the time. I ate...brace yourselves...an entire 8 ounce hamburger (no bun) with grilled onions and a side of broccoli. It doesn't get much more solid protein and produce than that. It's not that I'm eating terribly...I'm just super hungry. I can keep losing if I stay very strict with the carbs, but that means no fruit, no whole grains, no beans ever. I did almost 4 weeks of Atkins induction level carbs...about 20 grams per day...and I can't do that forever. I am looking into South Beach, which seems much more reasonable long term, and once I am past the 2 days of liquids/mushies post fill, I am going to transition to that.
I started doing yoga once a week a couple of weeks ago and I can't stand it. It's boring. But I like what it's doing for my body. I hate it while it's happening...it's not "corpse pose" - that's called "laying down and taking a rest"...and I'm sorry, but I don't really want to feel my connection to the universe contained in my breath. But I really love the bendy/stretchy parts and how I feel afterwards. Am I the only freak that feels ridiculous picturing my muscles opening like a flower, ready to receive the love and light from the universe? Blah.
Also, I am wishing the beautiful (and soon to be more so) Stephanie Joy the best of luck with her plastic surgery tomorrow. I'll be thinking good thoughts!
Ah well...it's bedtime. Tomorrow I have to be in to work verrrrry early so I can get out early for my fill appointment. Goodnight!