It's not bulimia if you throw-up because of running
That is totally the title of today's blog post.
Last night I fucked up my diet completely. My friends wanted to go out, and I'm never one to turn down going out. We went to a couple bars, had a couple drinks, then ended up doing what we always do when we drink...EATING. I ate an entire personal sized pizza with pepperoni and bacon. Between the booze and the pizza I probably put at least 2000 disgusting calories into my disgusting body.
So this morning when I woke up at noon I immediately took 2 Lipo-6x diet pills, a multi-vitamin, and went to the gym. And by "went" to the gym I mean that I walked the little bit over a mile, clear across the East Village and The Bowery, to get there. At the gym I warmed up with 30 minutes of low intensity cardio, kept the heart rate around 140 bpm. The calorie counter said I burned just under 400 calories. I guess that's a start. Next I jumped on the treadmill and hit the 5K button. For the next 35 minutes I alternated between running and walking, trying to keep my HR at at least 160 for a few minutes then walking it back down to 140 for a little while. Repeated over and over again until I got to the 5K mark. The machine was reading 570 calories when I got off. Alright, total of 970 calories, we're getting there.
Crunch machine! Crunches, obliques, crunches, obliques, crunches, obliques. No counter on that, but my abs were SHOT, had to burn at least a couple.
Punching bag! pound on that for 10 minutes, burn some more calories. Feeling a little better about myself after all that.
Walked back across the East Village back to the house, sprinted up the stairs to my apartment. 2 huge glasses of ice water. burn baby burn!
I call this the "hate yourself thin" diet and workout plan.
That is totally the title of today's blog post.
Last night I fucked up my diet completely. My friends wanted to go out, and I'm never one to turn down going out. We went to a couple bars, had a couple drinks, then ended up doing what we always do when we drink...EATING. I ate an entire personal sized pizza with pepperoni and bacon. Between the booze and the pizza I probably put at least 2000 disgusting calories into my disgusting body.
So this morning when I woke up at noon I immediately took 2 Lipo-6x diet pills, a multi-vitamin, and went to the gym. And by "went" to the gym I mean that I walked the little bit over a mile, clear across the East Village and The Bowery, to get there. At the gym I warmed up with 30 minutes of low intensity cardio, kept the heart rate around 140 bpm. The calorie counter said I burned just under 400 calories. I guess that's a start. Next I jumped on the treadmill and hit the 5K button. For the next 35 minutes I alternated between running and walking, trying to keep my HR at at least 160 for a few minutes then walking it back down to 140 for a little while. Repeated over and over again until I got to the 5K mark. The machine was reading 570 calories when I got off. Alright, total of 970 calories, we're getting there.
Crunch machine! Crunches, obliques, crunches, obliques, crunches, obliques. No counter on that, but my abs were SHOT, had to burn at least a couple.
Punching bag! pound on that for 10 minutes, burn some more calories. Feeling a little better about myself after all that.
Walked back across the East Village back to the house, sprinted up the stairs to my apartment. 2 huge glasses of ice water. burn baby burn!
I call this the "hate yourself thin" diet and workout plan.