Wanted. To. Die.
A buddy had texted a few of us with a WOD suggestion and it looked nasty. I knew it would be nasty. It was nasty. But worse than I originally thought. It has been quite a while since I wanted to stop during a workout. It has been even longer since I wanted to strip weight during a workout. I like being able to go heavy but this morning nearly crushed me.
- 10 deadlifts @ 255lbs
- 10 KB swings @ 70lbs
- 10 front squats @ 165lbs
- 10 pull-ups
The original WOD called for a body weight deadlift, 75% body weight front squat, and burpees instead of KB swings. It was also 10 rounds. Yes. 10. Kill me. I ain’t a little guy so a 75% body weight front squat would have been rough. So I modified it up, added some to the deads, and then we went with 5 rounds instead of 10. I didn’t care about the time it took to finish. It was over 25 minutes and I was happy to be done with it. Those front squats were rough. You know a workout is hard when you can’t wait to get to the 70lb KB swings to catch your breath.
This may sound corny, but I don’t really care, but my wife made my day this morning. She was doing her own workout but apparently paying more attention to me than I thought. After the workout she came over and gave me some pretty flattering compliments that will most certainly carry me through the weekend. That kind of stuff makes a huge difference. Any of you that struggle with body image can relate to where I am coming from. Compliments mean a lot. But coming from someone that has been married to me for 10 years, to say what she did and have it come from the heart, was the icing on the cake for me today.
Gina and I went out Friday night and I was trying on some new clothes. Something new for me was not being limited by my waist size by my legs.
I had a pair of jeans that would have fit my waist yet I couldn’t even get them over my calves. Gina grabbed the next size up and this time it was my thighs. It’s a really exciting and different place for me to be in and proof of how my body is still in the process of change.
If you get tired of reading stuff like this then I guess you’ll have to unfollow me.
I’ve lost so much weight that all my jackets swallow me up. This morning it was a little cold outside. I saw a jacket hanging in the closet that I had been given a few years back from a fellow designer. I could never wear it so my wife has been using it.
Except this morning when I put it on and it fit perfect! At dinner my wife admitted that it didn’t register with her until after I left that I was wearing a jacket that she used to wear.
Going to put this in the win column because it feels pretty good.
The wifey went shopping yesterday morning. I know this for 2 reasons. First, I saw the clothes. Second, I had to bring her spare keys to her because she locked her set in the trunk.
More important than all that, she admitted that she got some new shoes, new shirt, purse, and jeans. She said that the jeans were a junior size. I could see the excitement on her face. I think that is about 3 or 4 sizes down from where she started in December.
We had a babysitter last night and got a date. It was a great little place not too far from home with perfect atmosphere. She looked great. Actually, she looked hot. Felt like a real date. I was so proud to be walking into that place with her.
I was walking back to my office this afternoon and something shiny caught my eye. I thought it was on the ground. Turns out it was my belt buckle. Not used to being able to look down and see it!
Went during lunch out of curiosity to try on some new pants. Even though they were tight and gave me a muffin top, I was able to put on and button a pair of 34s. Still not comfortable in them enough to wear them day to day, but I am close. Much better than 6 months ago when I was in a 44.