I've been walking like I just got off a horse. Or, like I'm pregnant. (I'm not.) Or, like I dropped the soap. My muscles are sore. All of my legs and glutes. Some of it going up the side and into my back. Not much with my back but every once in a while I feel it. I can't deny that I love this feeling. I'm sore because I've been working out hard. HARD. Strangely, I've gained 5 lbs since Saturday though... peculiar. I'm not that upset about it though - I've got the pain in my lower half to comfort me.
This morning I had to decide what workout to do. 15 minutes of working on the arms and it was easier than I was expecting. That has been happening more and more often. My ab workout on Saturday - same thing. I wouldn't go as far as to actually call that one "easy" but I am more than happy to announce that it wasn't as difficult as I expected or remember it being the last time I did it. Tonight, I will walk. For probably about an hour and a half while my laundry runs through it's cycles.
I may have packed on 5 pounds in two days but I'm ok with that. As long as I keep working, why should it upset me? Sure... I'm still waiting for the scale to go down again (can't wait) but I refuse to beat myself up internally for that which appears to be somewhat out of my control.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Yes! (smile on my face)
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