Today I did part 2 of the Jillian Michaels extreme shed and shred DVD. Just like the first time it was insanely hard for me. I'll be honest with you, I haven't worked out in the last 3 days. I've been worried about getting the job and having to drive out there everyday at about noon so that I can do all the requirements. Then when I got home I just rested. I'm going to go on a little tangent here. If you aren't interested in my crazy day I had yesterday go ahead and skip the next long paragraph. :)
Yesterday in itself was a day that I had planned on working out, BUT it ended up being an emotion filled few hours that turned my whole day. On my way to sign all the official paperwork and get the drug test paperwork, a rock came up and hit my windshield, cracking it. It's not too bad it's about a quarter size in the middle of the windshield. When I say middle, I mean middle. Smack dab in the middle of it. Perfectly in center. My car is less than a year old and it's already been in an accident( I was not involved in that accident ) and now I cracked the damn windshield. I handled myself pretty well I think, I didn't let it upset me too much since there was nothing that I could do about it except now I have to get it fixed. So I get to where I need to go, sign all the paperwork, and leave. In the parking lot, I decide to call my insurance to see if they'll cover it getting fixed. I find out that maybe it'll be covered--he didn't even give me a real answer-- but since we moved states our insurance is going to go up. Basically it's going to double, and I mean double, not nearly double, and not almost double. I wanted to scream. I was thinking to myself, thank god that I just got a job or we would NOT be able to afford that. So I get over that heartbreak, shed about two tears and get back on the road to go home for a few to figure everything out before I have to go find the place for the drug test. On my way home, I run over a piece of someone else's car. It was a little metal rod and of course I didn't even see it, all I do is hear it hit the car. My heart drops, I start cursing to myself and gosh darn it, now I'm dragging it down on the road. So, of course I pull over, look around my car and find it punctured the plastic under my car, right in the front. It's lodged in there pretty good and it took quite a bit of effort to get it out. I finally get it out, get back into my car and I'm just done, completely wiped out, I break down right there in the car on the side of the road. I start thinking to myself, don't do this. Everything is okay. Everything will be okay. The car is okay ( even though I was worried something would start leaking, it didn't. ) It's just a car--I personify my car so hard, hate leaving her places, love my car, it's my baby so saying that didn't help-- and I finally get myself home. Thankfully the rest of the day was pretty much uneventful, as I couldn't even handle anything else. It may not seem like much, but all of this happened within an hour on the first day of my husbands short underway.
Okay, so onto my workout.
I felt like I let myself down a little with the workout, I feel like I didn't push myself hard enough during the workout. I kept telling myself "you can do this, work harder, don't give up" and I got through it but it was really hard. Part two has a lot of squats and my knees were not liking it, I've had knee problems before so I always watch it. I wasn't going to let it get in the way of my workout though so I pushed myself but I made sure that they weren't hurting, they were just uncomfortable. The first time I did part two I burned 548 calories in the same amount of time--around 52 minutes-- so I'm taking that as I didn't push myself as hard as I did the first time. You know what? I shouldn't think about it like that, I got up there and did almost an hour and I pushed myself damn hard, I wanted to give up after 17 minutes, my head said just do 20 then you can stop. Obviously I didn't listen. I worked through it, and it hurt. I did a great job for my recent struggle and I won't think about it again like that. Every workout is a good one.
I am happy to say that I finally felt something when I did the russian twists, which mean that I've been doing them wrong every single time I've ever done them. I had a feeling I was doing them wrong because I didn't feel it, but I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong. Now I know, and now I will do them correctly and finally reap the benefits from them.
I feel good. When I was in the shower after the workout, I was shaving my legs and man it was hard to stand there and lift a leg and lean down to shave. Everything has been hard to do, my legs hurt.
Oh, and this may be a TMI for some people, but I looked at my butt this morning and at all the little dibbits there and then after the workout, I looked at it again. It looked a lot better. Of course it's not going to be an immediate thing and if I look at it now, I'm sure it'll look like it did this morning. But I have noticed that if I do this workout or any workout that has a lot of leg action or on leg day I can see the change in my butt rather fast, but it won't last if I stop doing it, does that make sense? For example, the last day I worked out my butt was more round than it was today. So I think that that in itself is motivation for me to keep working it, cause it looked nice. hah. I'm loving it.
I hope you enjoyed this quite random, but still got to the point workout post. Did you workout today? Do you have a story you would like to tell?
