(I apologize for the lack of pictures today. Blogger is having issues....again...and won't let me post pictures. Poopheads.)
I feel like a blob. It started out with my decision to take two rest days this weekend since, technically, I'm not supposed to be working out at "full volume". Friday's workout was proof that I need to slow it down a little until whatever is wrong with my head is fixed.
So I took Saturday and Sunday off from working out and then on Monday I forgot to pack socks for my kickboxing class, so my two rest days turned into three rest days. I now store an extra pair of socks in my desk at work. You can't accuse me of not learning from my mistakes.
On Saturday I went to my best friend's house (who is six months pregnant). I had great intentions of eating healthy this weekend to keep up the trend I'd set during the week. And then...the cheese & crackers, double stuf Oreo Cakesters, and cookies from her neighbor happened. I can totally see how a guy could gain weight if his wife or girlfriend is pregnant. They were delicious, yes, but I pretty much did the same thing on Sunday, and on Sunday night I felt extremely gross. I was so pumped for kickboxing on Monday...and then came the socks incident. I've also been really craving carbs and sugary treats since this weekend. It's ridiculous. If I won a bunch of money, I'd install a frozen yogurt bar in my office.
I kicked butt yesterday, with four miles on the treadmill and some strength training, but still, one great workout is not enough to take away the blob-like feeling. I'm looking forward to the afternoon workouts the rest of this week. I'm going to try my hardest to rock them, or the anxiety may kill me.
Do you ever get in a workout rut that causes you to feel like a blob? How do you get back on track?
Also, I was pretty amazed yesterday that Pinky and the heart rate estimator on the treadmill were actually very close to each other in calories burned and in guessing my heart rate. Whenever I compared the heart rate, it was never off by more than about five, and there was only about a ten calorie difference in total calories burned. And I never entered in my age, weight, height, etc., nor do I hold the handles for it to measure my actual heart rate. It was kind of creepy.
Last night I was lying in bed before I fell asleep, watching a little TV and flippin Seinfeld came on. That was my cue to give up and just go to sleep.