The San Francisco Bay Bridge in Jell-O. Created by
Liz Hickok, a California artist working in photography, video, sculpture, installation and, currently, Jell-O. Click on this photo to see the rest of the skyline.
My body finally stopped aching enough that I could resume writing for pleasure, not just for work. This P90X workout routine is whipping me into shape, if wobbly Jell-O is a shape.
Let me fill you in:
Day 1: Chest and back. Relies heavily on push-ups. I enthusiastically hit the floor and grunt at lot. I fail to do a push-up. Eventually, however, I force my feeble muscles off the ground for a few reps. No problem. Until that sadistic SOB Tony Horton makes me do about a gallizion versions of a push-up: “You want me to do it slowly now? With one hand? Whatever man.” I collapse in pain and tears, Charlie tries to console me. Eh.
Day 2: Abandoned “classic” version of P90X. Tried the “lean” version (read: wimpy girly version). Began with core synergistics. It hurt, but I did it.
Day 3: Cardio time! No problem. I can do all the exercises (except for those that require the plank stance … $#@^ing push-ups). I feel like a bad ass. However, I almost fall asleep while eating a protein bar with Victoria at the mall.
Day 4: Ow. Ow. Ow. Can’t get out of bed. Sore and angry. Not hungry, but have NO energy. Head hurts all the time. Grrr. Yelled at Charlie, felt bad. Tried to do workout (chest, shoulders and triceps), but fell on my face. Did what I could and quit. Had buttery pretzel bites, a cookie and a giantic Diet Coke for lunch. Much better.
Day 5: Today. Feeling MUCH better, soreness almost gone! I think I needed a day off, and I certainly needed the carbfest yesterday. The diet is high in protein and low in carbs to begin with, and my body didn’t like that one bit. I’ve decided to do cardio, core synergetics and the Ab Ripper X for a few weeks before hitting the program full force again. That way, I can build up my muscles a little first. I’m a little hesitant, though: the AB RIPPER? Mr. Horton, you are pure evil.
Ouch. That’s all.
Oh, and my diet of “no coke and stop being lazy and cook your own freaking meals” is going well, I think! I prefer not to exercise, so this works better