Ahoy, mateys.
Happy to report great success from my training session with the awesome Miss N, now to be known only as "Ms. Muscles". Having never done it before, I was skeptical about lifting with someone. I was worried it would be embarrassing, as I look and feel like a dork while lifting, and I just generally prefer to keep witnesses to a minimum. [Case in point: yesterday while doing some....okay I dont know remember what they're called....thingys where you hold onto a chest height bar, stick your feet in front of you and pull yourself up....the bar slipped off the rack and I fell flat on my ass with a nice kaboom! Coolness fail. Also, I could have really hurt myself.] But I gotta say, I'm reformed. It was nice having someone to train with, and Ms. Muscles is an awesome training partner. It really helped with motivation and curbing the temptation to slack off and not finish a set. So, if I could move my arms this morning, I would raise them up and give a big high five to Ms. Muscles :)
And the post-workout roomie get together wasn't so bad. Laughter was had. The Guinness might have helped (I drink Guinness now), but all in all it was fun. I didn't even go bananas with the food - even though I had sort of intended to. I was craving something smothered in cheese, but instead had the burger with salad (I was told the wild boar sausage was only "appetizer size"...wah wah).
So, about food. I've been pretty good with the food. I cook a lot now. Roommates can attest to the fact that I stink up the kitchen all too frequently. Dairy-restriction aside, I'm not super anal retentive with my diet (poor choice of words?). My philosophy is that I'm going to eat good food whenever I can, and make an effort to make sure "I can", often. If for some reason I failed to plan ahead and I can't, or I just really want a fucking brownie, it won't be the end of the world. But basically, food for me lately means learning to love leftovers. LOOOOVE them. I pack lunch and dinner for school every day. That is probably my least favourite part of this whole thing.
And then, friends...then there is the magical place that consumes my Saturday mornings. I have to tell you, I am well and truly in love with the farmer's market just up the street from my place. It's silly, but it makes me happy. I am excited by produce in a way I have never been excited by produce before. And I've discovered it's the kind of place that you either "get", or you don't. I brought ex-boyfriend there one BEAUTIFUL October morning (it was magical), and he wasn't really into it like I was into it. One of my roommates came with me last weekend, and I have now converted her. We are having breakfast there tomorrow morning (YES. They have an awesome breakfast stall that opened up because they moved inside for the winter. They go all winter!!). Imagine...fresh organic coffee....buying delicious vegetables that are grown LOCALLY from the people whose tender loving care went into them....free range eggs from Newmarket! NEWMARKET! I know where that is!. I won't go on a big tirade about how the more I learn about where food comes from, the more I don't want to eat things from the supermarket, but just know that it adds significantly to the magic of the farmers market. And it makes me try new vegetables. Who knew I liked candy cane beets? Not me!! Romanesque? wonderful! It's like eating math! (google it)..... I talk about it a lot.
Training tonight will be the "fight training" class at my gym. It is the class I have affectionately dubbed "barf class" because it usually makes me work so hard I want to puke. I think J might be there, I remember her saying she "barfs on fridays". Sounds like a terrible thing to go through, but I feel like a superstar afterwards, and I can see it making a difference in my cardio (which is terrible, currently). So barf class it is! Updates tomorrow after I'm done basking in the glow of the market.
And now, it's time for real school class. Two hours of feeling like the dumbest person in the room? Yes, please! BRING IT.
-G :)
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