Less Lisa

If each cell of my body could speak today, they would be screaming OUCH!!!

Friday, as I said in my previous post, was my ‘rest’ day.  I didn’t walk at work, only because it was storming, otherwise I probably would have.  Friday night, we had friends over for pizza and a movie, while I had a yummy dish of imitation lobster shredded up mixed with 1/2 lb. cold shrimp, with a little lemon juice mixed in it all.  It was DELICIOUS. 

 Saturday was my plant picnic at Waldameer park in Erie, PA.  We got there about 11:30 a.m. and didn’t get home till around 7:00 p.m.  We walked for at LEAST 4-1/2 hours there.  When we got home, we got the girls ready for bed, put a movie in for them in the living room and they crashed there.  Meanwhile, I went out to the shop and did my workout, all except for Lippy, while Clint and the neighbors got a bonfire going and we sat out by the fire until about midnight.

Yesterday was my killer day.  Clint let me sleep in until 9:00 a.m.  I was in heaven.  I got up and dressed and headed outside to help him weed the garden.  About 9:30 a.m. I came in  to make myself some breakfast of eggs and a couple of sausage patties.  Headed back outside and was out there until 6:00 p.m.  Never eating again.  I mowed our back field, push-mowed around the house and swingset and things while Clint mowed the regular yard, I put down weed killer, we moved 4 huge piles of fire wood to new location (friggin workout in itself) and I played in the water with the kids with some water balls, can’t even remember what else we did.  I was so weak from not eating that I just headed in the house and was *this* close to dying on the couch when Uncle D showed up for my 2nd training session.  So, another hour of HARD workout, no food in me. 

He is very impressed with my jabs.  His exact words were ‘when people come and see you hit this bag in a month, they are going to shit themselves!’…HA!  He said I had an awesome punch.  So yesterday he showed me how to throw a hook.  It’s another fun one   What a friggin workout I had.  I have been only doing 30-45 seconds of jump rope at a time, he had me do 2 rounds 2 MINUTES EACH on the jump rope and working on single jump, one leg jumps, switching from foot to foot, that kind of stuff.  I could barely breathe.  My boxing rounds, I did the 3 - 3 minute rounds with him with the new stuff he taught me and more jabs, and 1-2 punches.  I was WHOOPED by the time he let me stop. 

After he left, I headed in the house to officially die.  I did have about a cup full of shrimp real quick.

But I laid down, exhausted yet not tired enough to actually sleep, I just didn’t want to move, and felt more guilty and more guilty that I didn’t do my arm circles or broom twists, so I hobbled my sore bottom BACK out to the shop and got those done as well.

Came in, and treated myself to a piece of pizza.  Good, huh?  I was just too friggin weak and hungry to even attempt to make something healthy.  But that’s all I ate yesterday besides my breakfast.

So now today, my body hates me.  But I’m proud of myself.