Social Workout

Workout

Whimper, Whimper.

sad.

That was the sound of my pride being brought squarely back down to earth.  Oh Jeff, you remind me that even though I've made strides, I can still be broken.

Our session was actually pretty good today, though I'm surprised I'm still alive.  We used the weighted jump rope for the first time, did too many mountain climbers, practiced some crazy sit-up to stand-up to overhead extensions things with a medicine ball, invented a new finisher routine (this time with tricep extensions instead of curls, still on the rowing machine - puke), and the regular jumping jacks/bicycle crunches/lunges that no session would be complete without.

I'm tired and happy with my workout but disappointed in my food intake.  I started calorie counting again today after a 2 month or so hiaitis - my leftover pizza situation is not good for life - and it's just sad.  I'm still under 2000 calories for the day, but even with the 488 I burned with Jeff, I'm hovering right around 1600 which is already 500 more than Jeff thinks (clearly incorrectly, but still) that I should be consuming.

I need balance in my life.  I also need groceries. The above image is of my refrigerator. Can someone please come pimp my kitchen? My mother would be ashamed.