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I am repeating one gym (Gold’s Gym) because I had very little time today to find a gym, make an appointment, schedule something, and go before it would have kept me up all night. Plus, it was the end of my three day pass. I plan on doing two gyms on one day, anyway soon. I felt like I should give my body a little break, although, I am not nearly as sore as I thought I’d be after really not working out much at all in the past couple of months. Thanks to the combination of Arbonne Phytosport line, specifically the hydration and after workout, along with stretching before, during, and after exercise, I’ve for the most part been sore free.
I have noticed that my stomach is getting tighter again, which is really good. I didn’t get to take a before and after picture for a few different reasons. I feel better, have more energy, and just getting out of the little cloud I was in. It is doing exactly what I had hoped it would do.
Today I wanted to do strict cardio because I haven’t done that yet, and wanted to gauge my fitness level. I did 12 minutes on the rowing machine, which is my favorite cardio to do in a gym (running, hiking for outside). I did almost 2000 meters, which I thought was pretty good. I held my own, too. I didn’t get too winded, but I did start to feel it after about 7-8 minutes. I have come to the conclusion that you can do all the circuit training, kickboxing, etc. that you want, and it is more fun than a piece of cardio equipment, but there is no substitute for straight cardio, unfortunately. You take a pause in all the other ones, because you have to. It doesn’t work without a break (even a 10 sec) one. So, it’s time to get back to the love/hate relationship I think everyone has with cardio. 😉
I am not really the romantic type. I’ve had one or two serious relationships that Valentine’s Day would have meant anything anyway. Unfortunately, Valentine’s Day will always mean something infinitely sad for me. It was the day my Nana passed away, tomorrow it’ll be a year since she passed away. She was 96 years old and was in damn good shape for 96. She was sharp as a sharks tooth until she was about 92-93.
My 96-year old Nana receiving a mud mask last summer. Thank you Arbonne for giving me the time with her.
I haven’t felt this sad about it in a long time, which is to be expected I guess. It is really the first family death that hit home hard. When my Aunt Goldie died (at 96ish), it was sad, but as much as I loved her, I didn’t feel as much of a connection with her as I did her sister, my aunt Gert. When my Aunt Gert died, I had actually said goodbye to her a few years before, after seeing her for the first time after her massive stroke which had left her as a virtual vegetable, I saiIt td goodbye. Eventually I just couldn’t go to see her anymore, it was too painful. Despite her being the virtual vegetable, there were signsher still there. Which is even worse in my opinion.
I was trying to figure out why I was somewhat melancholy throughout the day today, after feeling on top of the world this month. I have no been this upset about Nana’s death in a long time, but I guess that’s too be expected. This might be the first time I let everything in the past year hit me. It’s been the gauntlet. My friend said, “you’ll cry when you least expect it.” It was about three months for her. It’s been about three months since EVERYTHING hit, and came at me like a cattle yard with a fan. So, I guess that makes sense.
I still didn’t expect the affect of her death to affect me like this. The start of everything that set my soul on fire to get my ass in gear. But this shit fucking hurts. I know it’ll dissipate with time. It’s very different than anything I have felt in a very, very long time. The pain is deep, visceral, and feels like a living, breathing being that I wish I could stab to death. This is a free-thought entry.
I am very good at compartmentalizing when it comes to emotions, etc. However, I do much better when I expect it coming.