Two consecutive days ... no, three

Today was my third consecutive day in the gym, this week, as we've amped up my routine a little bit more to, hopefully, shed some more pounds. Honestly, I haven't weighed myself since my last doctor's appointment at the hemotologist's office - where I believe I weighed in at 170 or so, which means I had lost a couple pounds in between my regular doctor's visit and my appointment with the specialist.

But that's really here nor there, quite honestly. I don't like weighing myself. Why? Because I feel like that's the quick track to down-on-yourself-itis. Because, when you weigh yourself, you're not taking into account all the muscle you've potentially put on. As we all know, muscle weighs more than fat. But, anyway. Back to the whole workout thing.

After I was done with my workout, I guzzled what was left in my waterbottle and just sat in my car with the A/C on because I was on fire. I don't know about you guys, but when I work my legs, my quads BLOW UP. It's a crazy feeling, but I was told that's normal and it's because all the blood rushing to your quads. Whoa! The first time I felt that, I was all, 'But I can't move....' with patience, Miss Lori said, 'Yes, you can. You'll be fine...' She's wise, that one. I actually can move, it just feels like I can't. Though can't isn't a word I really want to use, ever, in my workout routine. There isn't room for can't. There's only room for can and will. Because, well, the second you start using that nasty little can't word, it's I can't get to the gym, I can't do that much weight, I can't continue, and it just goes on and on and that's not my road. My road is the can and will.

Can you tell I get distracted?? But anyway, post-workout, and I'm just sitting in my car. My whole body just aches. My quads haven't yet gone all the way down to their normal size, my back is stiff as all get out, my shoulders aren't much better, and really all I can think of is, 'This feels amazing!' That's not even being motivational - it's true. My next thought is, 'What's next week gonna be like?' Because I'm at that weird point where I actually look forward to the next workout and I'm really not sure that will ever change. What?! Me? Yup, that's right. My goal is to get through my work week, go to the gym when it's time, and then visit my ponies. Because, really, all you need is a good workout and a lot of pony time (and can't forget the doggy time, too, of course!). It just feels good to be sore because that means I actually did something with my body - would rather be sore because of that than bceause of stress, though, I'm sure stress (from my job) plays a part in there somewhere.

But, anyway. For your motivation...