cookie-fasting starts NOW, dammit!

i've decided to do a cookie-fast! no cookies anymore, whatsoever. i don't care what my tongue or my stomach tell me. they lie.

the reason behind this fast: i fail at sit-ups. 'nuff said.

um...that's just about all i have to say for now. and anything i mention about training on Thursday would just repeat a post Priscilla already made. so, just to make said fitness partner giggle or something when she reads this, here's a list of Sham-quotes.

[Sham-quote (n.) : something that our trainer tends to say a lot during training.]

---The List!---

"Get that heart rate up." (also: "Keep that heart rate up!")

"Remember: perfect posture."

"Remember your checkpoints: toes pointed, gluts flexed, abs tight, shoulders back and relaxed..."

"Drive it up!"

"Keep moving, keep moving." (also: "Keep going, keep going.")

"Keep it up, keep it up!"

"Ten more, ten more..." (or: whatever number he replaces 'ten' with.)

"Give me ten more." (or: same explanation as above.)

"Fight it, fight it!"

"I know you're getting tired, but you have to keep moving!"

"Remember why you're doing this."

"That fat isn't gonna burn itself."

"You can do it."

"You're almost done! Finish strong!"

"...And...you can relax."

---

i swear there's more XD. i'll keep adding to it.

so, if you train with Sham, you can listen for these and play bingo in your head during training or something. ...when you're not focused on your shaking muscles or gasping for breath, that is.

you will hear them. not only when you train with Sham, but when you exercise on your own too. you'll hear their echoes o_o.

-mc

OH. OH. CHALLENGE.

looks like i officially have a partner in crime again! after a two week leave, Priscilla's finally turned up for training! even made a little back with a vengeance or some such post on her blog to say so.

>_>

...yeah. the very ambiguous statement of her having something up her sleeve or whatnot perplexes me.

but...whatever helps her catch up, i guess.

YEAH. YEAH. I WENT THERE. (HEEHEEHEE.)

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onto other news: today's session lasted 32 minutes, if i recall correctly. and wow, did that 32 minutes go by fast.

there were three exercises. while one of us did an exercise for 4 minutes, the other had to jog on the treadmill for the same amount of time. a lot of leg work for this session, i noticed.

i had some trouble doing the one-legged exercise. balancing just seems to kill me....

but i think i'm getting better with jogging, at least! maybe! hopefully! yeah!


exciting~.

-mc

do not want huge pants.

uncle: Here, Kitty, try on these pants.
me: ...Um...no, thank you.
uncle: Why? They'll fit you. They're huge.
me: AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHH.

nothing better to get me to do my core for the day than an unintended insult.

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on Tuesday, Sham changed up my at-home exercises a bit. y'know, to make sure i keep losing those unwanted extra pounds 'n' all.

basically, he set a bar for me to reach for the second time i'd cycle through my core, and also increased how many of the CET ones i'd do. (i still need to ask what CET stands for, now that i think about it....) and i am also no longer doing crunches; it's full-out sit-ups from here on out, son.

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so, i think the most "difficult" thing about doing these exercises is getting off my lazy ass to do 'em. but usually, all i have to do is remember why i need to do them in order to get me motivated, as well as keep in mind how much nicer i feel about myself after completing said exercises. like i've worked hard to accomplish something.

truth be told, stuffing myself silly with cookies and milk makes me feel just as happy with life, but that's an empty satisfaction. i'm not working for anything, and get no benefits other than the fleeting sense of an elated mood.


...yeah, i did another cookie binge today D:. I KNOW I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH SELF CONTROL, BUT I'M WORKING ON IT, OKAY?

-mc

PRISCILLAAAaaaa....

i dedicate this entry to my workout partner who hasn't been able to come to training for the fourth time now. ;_; WHY.

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so, before training, the trainer decided to inform the client that today's workout was going to be fast and intense. thank you, Sham, for raising my heart rate with anxiety alone before i even finished warming up. (lol.)

well, it was fast and intense. just not as terrible as my worst-case-scenario-conjuring mind thought it'd be. in the beginning, Sham had me do some core warm-ups. and then the hard part began.

he brought a new toy today that looked a lot like one of those rope ladders, and he laid it out on the ground.

and what i had to do was...

...well, maybe i should just skip on the description of this one.

because i know i totally fail at explaining these exercises, and i'm aware that my way of wording things has the tendency to perplex rather than enlighten.

but to put it simply, and to steal bits and pieces from what Sham told me, it involved constant movement, and was a workout for the heart, legs, and lungs.

actually, i didn't even know we were doing the actual workout. i just thought Sham was showing me what were going to do and was having me try it out for a while before i attempted the real thing. so, yeah, you could basically picture me doing the exercises and thinking, "i'm tired and we haven't even started yet; crap". silly~.

jogging on a treadmill for 23 minutes would've been less interesting and much more difficult, so this workout sat just fine with me.

but, yeah. i'm starting to think that one thing i like about Sham's training sessions is how there's something new each day. huh. i just noticed that.

when we first started, i thought we were gonna learn 2-3 workouts and cycle through them every session, but that hasn't been the case at all.

oh, you know what? the ladder-thing was yellow; that was nice <3.

-mc

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

alright, i know the past few entries, i've been pretty much babbling about things just barely related to training. BUT TODAY, I BRING REAL NEWS. I SWEAR.

:D

wait for it.

...

I LOST FIVE POUNDS.

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and three percent body fat.

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after...like...a month, more or less, of starting this stuff. ...i'm gonna stop celebrating now, cuz i'm scared i might jinx myself and make it all turn out to be a mistake because the scale and the body-fat-measurer-thing both happened to malfunction or something.

if i'm beaming very garishly, it's not because of any particular reason. *dances really quickly and then stops*

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there were no treadmills for training today. and it was very nice, being able to breathe for the entire session.

i had do muscle-stuff for this one. like push-ups. and squats. and other muscle-stuff. the sit-ups were switched out for me, though, cuz of a totally legit neck injury (if you really wanna get out of sit-ups, slam your head against the sidewalk, lol).

and, yeah. i had to do that. just me. cuz Priscilla wasn't there. again. cuz of her back! her BACK. i'm gonna kill that thing! except i won't because she needs it! we're hoping she'll be able to come back for Thursday. training just ain't the same, lemme tell ya.

but just training overall.... i gotta say, it's pretty---dare i??---enjoyable. fun, even.

...omg, watch. now i'm gonna die miserably next training day. D:

but, hey, it's all for the good cause. i mean...hello. results. up there. five pounds. four weeks (more or less).

at this point, if Sham asks me to jump, i'll ask "how high?" (well, no, actually, knowing me, i'll probably say something more like "do you want me to do it in a special way? you do it first to show me how and then i'll try", but you know what i'm getting at.)

alright, i'll shut up, now.

OMGISOTOLDYOUSHAMISWORTHEVERYPENNYYAY.

-mc

because when you're hungry, healthy food tastes just as good as bad food.

uncle: "Where did you go?"
me: "I borrowed the pressure cooker from Gina!"
uncle: "...That's not a pressure cooker. That's a slow cooker."
me: "Aren't they the same thing?"
uncle: "No."
me: D:

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so, the benefits of this pt stuff are pretty much almost countless. they also include the fact that i'm learning how to cook :D!

once upon a time, my cooking skills were limited to top ramen and frozen dinners.

now, i can prepare mushrooms, egg whites, oatmeal, brown rice, corn, and i'm currently in the process of figuring out how to do beans. all by myself. (YAH, I HEAR THE CHEFS OUT THERE LAUGHING AT ME. BABY STEPS, OKAY? BABY STEPS.)

after that, i'll get onto doing seafoods and such. cuz the canned tuna just ain't doin' it for me anymore. sorry, canned tuna. i'm moving onto bigger and better things, since there are plenty of fish in the sea. AH HA HA...ha...

...yeah.

i've been meaning to learn how to cook, anyway. it's an important life skill. and once i'm out on my own, i can't go back to food that comes out of boxes and cans.

-mc

(c'mon. "plenty of fish in the sea". cuz it's tuna. just admit it was clever!)

oh, no... D:

last night = unhealthiest night EVAR. yeah, not just "ever". evAR!!!

i ate a burger and fries last night. GAHHHhh.... and, okay, some people might say, "oh, that's not too bad", but i know my body and i know...that it will do very bad things with that burger and fries! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO MEASURE IN ON TUESDAY. NOOOOOO......!!!!

long-winded excuse reason: unexpected trip to the ER after work left me without food for eight hours, until my cousin came along and dropped the fast food meal by me, saying that it was better than nothing, and that was true enough, and at least i had water with it instead of soda.... but then that night, i had to wake up every two hours to check my aunt's blood sugar, and since it always takes me about an hour to fall asleep, i had---more or less---four total hours of sleep last night.

yerrrgh x___X;;;.... yeah, last night was crazy times.

definitely need to go on a jog. isn't it funny how paranoid i am now? you are free to lock me up in a mental institute if i ever start saying things like "I CAN FEEL MY FAT GROWING THICKER AROUND MEEEEheeee...".

my aunt's just fine, though~.

-mc