DAY 2
I just want so bad to already be at the point where I can work out for longer periods of time. This whole "pushing myself until I wish the ceiling would just collapse on my head" thing sucks. I guess I should give myself some credit, though. Not much, as I probably could have pushed myself a little further... but I didn't do too bad.
I stretched first (of course) and began with some jumpstyle cardio, which is always a good way to start any workout. Gets the heart rate up. Keeping it that way is a bit hard for me right now. Anyway, I'm still just on that same basic five-step set of kicks and jumps. Getting it down alright, but my balance still sucks. After that I some regular old exercise routines focusing on my butt, legs, and abs. I got up after that and did some reps with my five pound weights. My arms are in pitiful shape. I don't know how I'm stronger than most girls I know.
All that and I worked out for a whopping... 20 minutes! I have got to do better than that.
Last night I couldn't stop thinking about how cool it will be when I do some real jumpstyle moves. God, that'll be months away, but whatever. I was lying in bed and thinking about it until I couldn't lie still anymore. I put my shoes back on, threw on a coat (and a bra because...you know... that much jumping can be painful) and took my mp3 player outside and started practicing more on the porch. It was fun, but not a good idea. I tried to go back to sleep after that. WHY DID I THINK I COULD SLEEP AFTER THAT?
So I woke up at 11:30 AM... fml. I had three cups of coffee and five cigarettes in the span of two hours. Then I finally made myself something to eat... goddamn Thanksgiving leftovers (my Mom made a late Thanksgiving... goody). It was so good.... hot open-faced turkey sandwich on sourdough smothered in gravy... I ate it as a little voice was screaming in my head...
"WHY GOD!? WHYYYYYYYY!!!!?"
I need to go grocery shopping.
Labels: exercise, jumpstyle, MAKING ALL THE WRONG CHOICES
