Yoooooooooooooooo! My fucking ass hurts! Glute max, glute min, glute meeds (I know that’s not how it’s spelled, sheesh). All of it! Let me throw in some sore quads and hammies and yeah, like don’t touch me from my bellybutton to my knees.
Ok, so Tuesday and I’m already out of things to talk about for this week. Let me give you the journey lowdown then I’m gonna just use this space to flesh out next month’s program cuz y’all aint’ reading this anyway.
It’s kinda crazy to think that I’m now 9 days into this Shakeology journey. It already seems like I’ve been doing it forever and it’s always been a part of my life. Now that I have finally determined how to make it palatable for my picky ass, it’s game on. I’m still excited to try the pea protein one instead of the whey. I’ve tried several fruits including strawberries, blackberries, banana and mango, but the clear winner so far has been peach with crystallized ginger, cinnamon, and honey. I saw a good one with banana and turmeric that I still need to try too.
The craving for the actual shake I think only lasted a day. I wasn’t feeling that again today. Energy levels are still high, borderline too high. I know that I need to get a good 7 hours a night to keep everything running smoothly and yet my body is trying to cut at least 30 minutes off of that time. The usual wakeup time is 5:30. Bedtime is 10. And when I say bedtime, I mean I am putting my head on the pillow at 10. I’m in bed by 9:45. It better be pretty important if you think I’m staying up past that. Recently, I’ve been having trouble staying asleep until 5:30. Today, 5 am bright and early. Yay. Now, I need to start making better use of that time since I’m up. I currently spend that time on the shitter looking at Facebook or busting blocks. I’m a fucking mess. Once again, I need to remove game apps from my phone. I should have been meditating or learning Spanish. Ok, there’s always tomorrow. Unless I die. And like Smokey said, if I get dealt with, I get dealt with.
Mood is holding steady and I poop. I’m not yet sure that anything has changed in my world at nearly one third of the way through the challenge. I missed weigh-in today after our walk around the block turned into a swim. Rained so damn hard I stripped outta my clothes outside my front door. It was also raining so hard that someone driving down the street wouldn’t have even been able to see me. Hopefully my shoes dry soon.
While they dry, I’ll think about dancing. Definitely a boot camp but I’m not sure what sounds less scary: 4 weeks, 1 month, or 30 days. I know it’s all the same for the most part, but I’m trying to work out the psychology that makes people feel like they can accomplish it. I already know they can, it’s just a matter of getting them to believe they can. Getting that name right is step one. 4 Week Dance Off Pants (Size) Off is the lead idea. I’ve even got a theme song! Dance Off by Macklemore. I mean, Idris says he challenged us.
I’ve gotta put some rules together. Maybe even a prize. Amazon gift card? That really allows for so much to get done. I guess I’ll figure it out. Sign up and participate every day (which isn’t even all 30 days, only 28 days) and be entered to win the gift card. Yeah. That should be enough for rules.
Now, how do I get the word vomit down so it isn’t projectile but more like I threw up in my mouth a little bit. LOL, that’s so nasty. I know. But sign up for free (CC required) and if you ain’t loving it, bye! No harm, no foul. You got two weeks of dancing. But if you wanna hang around and do the program a couple more times, you can do that too. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
This feels like progress. It’ll really feel like it when I get this little group off the ground. Soooooo….who’s ready for the DOPSO?