So, this might be a little premature..
But I've always had an ego.
I'm calling it.
I have just made the best chocolate chip walnut cookies ever to grace mortal mouths.
Thats right, I said it.
I decided like 3 days ago that I wanted to go to the gym every day until I started school on the 19th..
So today was day 4.
It sucked, lemme tell ya.
Yesterday I kicked my own ass with a bunch of new things.
I ran/jogged/walked 3 miles on the treadmill at a steep incline in a little over 40 minutes..
Did 200 sit-ups (not all at once, but still, they were done!)
And this thing on all fours with a measly 3lb weight that was supposed to work out the muscle on the underside/back of my arm.. the name of the muscle escapes me, but apparently its very hard for women to work out efficiently.
But holy hell, that hurt more than I thought it would.
And finally this.. Lean back in this chair, press a plate forward with your legs.. machine.
I don't know, but I could feel it all the way up to my ass, which is a major goal of mine.
Anyway, today everything on me hurt like a mother.
And I went anyway.. Just hoping to walk on the treadmill for a bit..
But then I meandered over to the compound rowing machine and did that for a bit until my shoulder started to twinge in an unpleasant way.
So basically, I've broken myself.
And I guess I'm going back tomorrow.. To further hate on my body.
But mostly because I set this goal.
I hate setting goals for myself and not achieving them.
Especially something easily done, like just going somewhere every day during a time when I'm unemployed and counting down until classes start. I.e. doing nothing else of any importance.
These are some cookies I baked. Not *the* cookies, but an attractive batch.. Back when I lived in that apartment with the granite counter tops.
Yeah-yuh.
But I've always had an ego.
I'm calling it.
I have just made the best chocolate chip walnut cookies ever to grace mortal mouths.
Thats right, I said it.
I decided like 3 days ago that I wanted to go to the gym every day until I started school on the 19th..
So today was day 4.
It sucked, lemme tell ya.
Yesterday I kicked my own ass with a bunch of new things.
I ran/jogged/walked 3 miles on the treadmill at a steep incline in a little over 40 minutes..
Did 200 sit-ups (not all at once, but still, they were done!)
And this thing on all fours with a measly 3lb weight that was supposed to work out the muscle on the underside/back of my arm.. the name of the muscle escapes me, but apparently its very hard for women to work out efficiently.
But holy hell, that hurt more than I thought it would.
And finally this.. Lean back in this chair, press a plate forward with your legs.. machine.
I don't know, but I could feel it all the way up to my ass, which is a major goal of mine.
Anyway, today everything on me hurt like a mother.
And I went anyway.. Just hoping to walk on the treadmill for a bit..
But then I meandered over to the compound rowing machine and did that for a bit until my shoulder started to twinge in an unpleasant way.
So basically, I've broken myself.
And I guess I'm going back tomorrow.. To further hate on my body.
But mostly because I set this goal.
I hate setting goals for myself and not achieving them.
Especially something easily done, like just going somewhere every day during a time when I'm unemployed and counting down until classes start. I.e. doing nothing else of any importance.
These are some cookies I baked. Not *the* cookies, but an attractive batch.. Back when I lived in that apartment with the granite counter tops.
Yeah-yuh.