shakeology

Journey 9 – The Pain

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?

Where Did Half The Year Go? – Journey 8

While I’m at it, where did half the day go? I always open this window up around 8am, thinking that I’m going to go ahead and bust out these notes/comments/random thoughts right quick, only to get blasted with work things the moment both cheeks hit my chair. Oh well, I’m here now and that’s all that counts.

It’s August, y’all! As in half the year is gone. As in half of the baseball season is already over. As in it ain’t gonna be but half a minute before football season gets started. (No shit, HOF game is in 3 days. THREE!!) They say time flies when you get old and when you’re having fun. Perhaps I’m doing a bit of both these days.

Let’s get down to business. (I don’t got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let’s shut the shit down on these clowns. Can I get a witness?) Weekend is gone and it’s time to keep it real. The exercise weekend is really only ever one day. It’s Sunday. I make some sort of effort to not make an effort on Sundays. Does it work? No, not usually. Why not? Because there are places to go, things to see, and my house needs cleaned. And no, Saturday isn’t a rest day either. That is an actual workout day for the program. I then follow it up with teaching two hours of pole dancing because I’m a fucking maniac. Those three hours of work meant I could eat whatever I wanted on Sunday though! (Spoiler alert. I ate all the sweets.)

All that being said, I still managed to come off the weekend without having gained a zillion pounds. Any time that happens (and it’s the moon cycle flow), I’m calling it a win. So yep, the last workout of week two happened on Saturday and I’m back at that shit this morning.

Still having my Shakeology. They say it takes 21 days to build a habit, but in this case, it might be less. Now, in all truth, I almost forgot this morning until hubby reminded me. But I am pretty certain that at some point today, I would have remembered. Like when I turn around at my desk and see the big tracker that’s posted on the wall. Or, when I started to crave it. Yeah, that’s a new craving. The whole point is to knock off cravings for sweets and stuff like that, but I don’t go hard for those in the first place. But now, my body is all, hey, gimme all that superfood shit you put with the fruit. So I do and my belly is happy.

Everything else is on track. Weight is good. Mood is good and actually might be getting better. No cravings (except for the shake). Still with near excess amounts of energy, yes, even after 3+ hours of working out on Saturday. Huh, body might be getting used to getting worked again. It’s just missing the flying part to really know we’re putting in work. But hey, maybe I’ll get to that soon too. Cuz I do miss flying. Even though it costs an arm and a leg here.

It’s already mad late in the day and I still have a ton of things to do. This list never ends and I keep tacking shit on at the end like I ain’t got no damn sense at all. A couple hours to go. Git er done.

The Journey #4 – Ain’t Cryin For Shit

Ooooh, boy does this song take me back. Hi Mario! Yeah, so there’s a small group of people who are going to get this song and unless I tag them on FB, they aren’t gonna even see this. BUT that doesn’t mean that this song doesn’t STAY in rotation on Spotify.

Back in the days of drinking. A lot. Like starting my shift at work with a mind eraser (straw version, hi Tania!)Like drinking all through the shift because trying to deal with a bunch of drunk people while you’re stone cold sober will have you punching people and losing your job. Like finishing your shift and going to the next bar and slamming down cheeseburgers like your life depended on it, lol.

Anywho, back in those days when everyone is pretty liquored up (Club Med, ya heard) after the main bar closed, off we headed to the after-bar bar. Of course, everyone is on a certain high and no one wants to bring that down just yet. Without fail, we would put this song on so Mario could rap it. But the first part is so slow and people would start to get mad. Complaining like we were at a high school dance all of a sudden. People knew me as the keeper of the booze so if I gave them a side eye, they piped down and right about then Mario busts it loose. Good times. Sharkies forever.

This is unrelated to anything but the 90s RnB is just HITTING today! Go look up DJ Cassidy and his Pass the Mic stuff. It’s great.

Ok, let me get into the update. MOOOOOOOOOD! Today, I’m feeling like I did a couple bumps after Shakeology. In this particular case, I’m not blindly making that comparison, lol.

I’m no angel. I’ve tried my fair share of illegal drugs. Starting with the black beauty I found in the couch as a kid (LOL I will never not tell that story, mom) I’ve seen the things. Cocaine is the ONLY drug I tried that I could 100% understand why people got addicted to it. Like why they wanted to go back and wanted to go back so badly. I did it twice in the span of a couple days and never again. Thinking back on that particular not wise decision will be enough. Besides, I’m obviously getting my crazy energy out of the Shakeology. Totally legal.

That actually takes care of both mood and energy. Still no weird cravings. What I am finding (again) is that I really gotta fuel myself better. I don’t have cravings, I’m just flat out hungry so it’s time to get back into making sure that I’m having my snacks. The first time I heard someone say I needed to eat 5 times a day, I thought they were out of their damn minds. This particular workout program is working me hard and I know because I am hungry. Breakfast, shake, lunch, snack, dinner, and then maybe some chocolate milk before bed. All the food. All the calories. Yes and yum. Gotta fuel the beast!

Ok, look. No one wants to talk about poop. Except me sometimes, lol. It’s just poop. We all do it. If you don’t, see a doctor. I spent a larger part of the day than I wanted to yesterday feeling like I had to poop. Every time I went in there, though, I got nothing but maybe a fart. That’s not to say I didn’t have my morning constitutional…twice. But then I just felt like I needed more. Then this morning poop acted like it needed a fucking written invitation. GTFOH you literal piece of shit!

Yeah, that’s probably a good place to end this today. You’ve had enough. But come back tomorrow because it’s Friday and the Reverend may be in rare form.

Bye, Norma!

Gasp and clutch your pearls! Did she just say that the great Marilyn Monroe could get the hell on?!? Damn right I did. So what? She ain’t/wasn’t perfect. *cough* JFK *cough *a bunch of other dudes* But this song for sure, she is wrong about.

I’m not a big jewelry hound. I’m not saying I don’t have any jewelry, because I do, I just don’t really wear it. I did wear it daily when I was going to work in an office, but now, I work remotely and hubby isn’t really interested in cute outfits with matching jewelry (not that anyone in the office was either, but I had standards to keep). So, yep, I put my wedding ring on if I’m going out somewhere, but other than that, my earrings/bracelets/rings/necklaces are just chilling in my jewelry box(es).

BUT, you know what is/are my best friend? SOCKS!! I have sock problems. No show, ankle, crew, knee, and thigh-high I have them all. Socks for sliding around the house, socks for sliding around the studio, and compression socks for working out. I LOVE SOCKS! I have stripes and checks, dots, hearts, and puzzle pieces. There are Batman, bacon, and Namaste as Fuck socks. Like I said, I have a sock problem. I’m ok with it though. Hubby enables me. When you’re married to me, it’s 1000% acceptable to give socks as a gift. Ain’t he lucky?

Let’s pop into the journey, shall we? Don’t stop believing.

Today in the shake, I learned a valuable lesson. I need to go ahead and puree my blackberries and strain them because I spent WAY too much time spitting out seeds while trying to drink my shake. *facepalm* However, having the right amount of fluid in it made it, again, something I didn’t hate. I wouldn’t say that I’m a picky eater, but I would go out on a limb and say that I have a refined palate. Thanks, Club Med! Introducing me to world foods. Texture is almost more important than taste in some cases. I’m weird. Know what’s great? The texture of a kiwi. I love the sandiness of it. See? Weird.

Anyway, nothing has changed with my mood or energy. I did have a brief moment of extra tired last night before it was time to actually be tired, but it passed pretty quickly. I’ve been sleeping like a champ. Solid 6.5 hours, pushing 7 over the last two weeks. The last two nights, the ole Fitbit said my sleep was excellent. We’ll see if that streak holds. I’ve never really had sleep issues, but high sleep scores are fun to see. I remain my same slightly grumpy at the world but generally pleasant self.

Still pooping. I think that the shake may send me to the land of two poops a day. I can deal with that being at home. Besides, we’re all walking around with like 5 pounds of shit in our colons (or so they say. Who knows if it’s true. Do you get an ultrasound of a colon? Can’t be an x-ray. MRI doesn’t really make sense. I digress. Not important. But what is important and kinda going along with the poop is drinking all of this water. First two days I had to pee just under a million times. Fortunately, the bathroom is right next to my office and my office is in my house and nobody cares how many times I pee. But if you’re at home often, this is the perfect time to up that water intake. Cuz you’re probably dehydrated.

Well, since my router died and now I gotta use data…peace!

The Journey: Day 2

Heeeeeey there! Welcome back. When we last left our heroine, she was setting about her day of doing IT stuff and stuff. As we’ve returned today, she’s doing the same thing! Imagine that. It isn’t always interesting, but it pays the bills and the people are nicer than Bob Ross and Mr. Rogers put together.

Let’s jump right into it. Today’s workout is done. Truthfully, something has to be really wrong where I don’t work out. Like an extreme amount of physical pain. I will work out through headaches and cramps and usually feel much better after in both cases, so a little bit of pain doesn’t stop the train. It wasn’t as sweaty as yesterday, but I know I still put in work. This is a whole new concept in working out, for me, anyway. It’s the way I wish I had always known or been taught to work out. Functional fitness is just everything that I need.

One of the things (a pair of things) that I am using to determine how my flexibility, strength, and mobility are changing is squats. The other is side lunges. Neither of these things is a strong point for me, however, I am certainly seeing some progress. Where I never could before, I can now sit all the way down in malasana AND I can stand back up without having to tip forward and use my arms. My squats have been shit for a long time, but I’m finally getting to a point of getting parallel to the floor without issue. Baby steps, ya know? Those side lunges? Hated them. Still do, but now a little less. Glute meds are opening up and I’ve gotta be breaking up some scar tissue around my hip.

I know you’ve been dying to hear about today’s shake. Well, wait no longer! It was, dare I say, tasty? First off, even though the instructions say use 8 to 12 ounces of water/milk, I didn’t do that yesterday. Then my shake was thick and gross and so whey forward that I scooped it like melted ice cream (but it wasn’t quite that satisfying). Today, I wised up and actually followed the instructions and whaddya know, not too bad. Now, truly, can you ever go wrong with the combination of peaches and crystallized ginger? I think not. Calling the shake a win today. The right amount of liquid plus fruit plus spice equals a tasty drink.

As I mentioned yesterday, mood and cravings are on the tracker. Again, not feeling really any different as far as mood. I have thought of something to be consciously aware of as far as mood goes, though, so I’ll keep an eye on that. No, I’m not telling you here because you don’t need to know every damn thing about my life. I mean, seriously. But seriously seriously, there are like 4 people reading this, so I could tell you where I buried all the bodies and no one would be the wiser.

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NOT HIDDEN ANY BODIES ANYWHERE!! OMG

While the shake is supposed to curb cravings, last night I wanted something sweet from out of nowhere. We didn’t have anything so I didn’t eat anything, but I thought that was something of note. It wasn’t a level 10 get me cake or die craving, more like a level 2 passing thought of some cake would be nice. I can handle that.

ENERGIA!! (That is only funny if we worked together in Ixtapa…boobies boobies) Yup, plenty of energy. Possibly too much. It wasn’t the best night of sleep, but I’m going to go ahead and blame that on the storms that rolled in and stuck around a while. Somewhere in the middle of the night, there was thunder so loud it woke both of us up. Now, to wake Lovey up doesn’t take much, but I sleep through everything. Not that thunder. I wake up with plenty of energy and the levels stay high throughout the day unless I smoke my face off. Then I’ll be a little tired before 9, lol. But I’ll also be uber-relaxed. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have us smoking weed on the couch. (Legally. If you’re so uptight. I have a medical card for my state.)

What’s left? Everyone’s favorite topic! Poop! I’m such a good pooper. That’s what I thought until this morning when I went to the well and the well didn’t produce much. Huh. Oh well. HAHA. Sometimes it just takes a workout to get things moving and move they did so again I’ll check the box for regularity. Smooth.

Legit other things happen in my life and maybe one day I’ll get back to writing about those too. Who knows. But until tomorrow, drink your water, say your prayers, know your role and SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Jabroni.

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