So, I was really debating whether I wanted to blog about this week or not, but I told myself that it wasn't accountability if I only talked about the good days.
Last weekend was actually pretty awesome. Went to the Henrietta banquet so I got to get all dressed up and feel pretty for a night. Got incredibly drunk with no hangover the next morning. And then it was time for the Superbowl where we all hung out eating copious amounts of chicken wings. I knew last weekend was going to be my cheat weekend and I'd planned ahead.
What I wasn't planning for was what happened after the Superbowl. I worked Sunday night and we were just slammed the entire time from 10:55 to like 4:30 the next morning. We'd get back to base long enough to finish up some charts and get banged out on the next one. Needless to say, I slept through my alarm to get to the gym on Monday. That's when things got all kinds of out of whack. With the stress of it being Week 9 and problems with work and everything else, I have had the hardest time getting back on track. I'll make myself a nice meal at home and then the other meal will be whatever I pick up on the fly. I'm not talking fast food, but I'm not talking about super healthy food either.
I had to work during the day on Wednesday so I moved my gym appointment to Thursday. Let me tell you how badly I was craving it. It was nice to work a day shift for once, don't get me wrong, but nights at least leave my days free to do what I want. That's essentially one of the only good parts about them. Regardless, I finally got into the gym on Thursday. Our workout was called G. I. Jane after the movie. I should have run far far away when I saw that. It was 100 burpee pull-ups where instead of just hopping yourself back up to standing, you use that hop to propel yourself up to the pull-up bar and do a pull-up. Now for us gravitationally challenged folks, we had to do 20 sets of 5 burpees and 5 pull-ups so we weren't getting in and out of the assistance bands all the time. 20 sets! Now that shit is mentally challenging. They put a 30 minute cap on it so I got through 15 out of the 20 sets. Not too god awful.
There was an older gentleman in our class who just wouldn't give up even when the 30 minutes was up. He was determined to finish that last set. I think he finally finished after 38 minutes or something. I felt really lucky because after one guy finished he came back and helped me and tried to keep me as motivated as possible. It was always "one more" or "5 pull-ups and you'll have finished another set." It was truly incredible. By the end we were all kind of cheering each other on.
I was supposed to go again Friday morning but we ended up getting an emergency call so that went out the window. I was kind of ok with it because my body felt like it got run over by a semi. It still kind of does. I think a lot of it has to do with how I've been eating for the past week. I just think I'm not getting the right nutrients to aid in that recovery. Also doesn't help that my stomach is violently rejecting anything I put into it that doesn't constitute as "healthy" food.
I'm definitely ready for this paleo challenge to start. I want more than anything to get back on track. I've also signed up for my first crossfit games. Our gym hosts the Catalyst Games and they collect the money from people registering and give it to charity. It's on April 27th so I have plenty of time to prepare. They're having a modified class and an Rx class and I signed up for modified. I can't quite do handstands let alone handstand push-ups.
At this point, I'm just ready for school to be over. Once that's over, I can focus more on myself. I had to put in availability for March already and I made sure that I didn't overload with the overnights. They could very well still screw me over but it's not going to be nearly as bad as it was these past 2 months, thank goodness.
Here's to hoping next week gets better.
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