Holy Crappers... my workout "buddy" is trying to kill me, I swear.
Michelle introduced me to Bob's workout. I don't even know which one it was. All I know is that I can barely type this because the effort it takes to hold my arms up is unbelievable.
55 intense minutes. Whoa.
Here's what I ate today:
Br: 1/3 cup porridge, 1/2 banana, 1/3 cup prunes, 1/3 cup almond breeze, 1 tablespoon each almonds and dark chocolate chips, milk & vitamin (452 calories)
Lu: leftover bacon shrimp linguine and then about an hour later a banana wrapped in a tortilla with a tablespoon of PB2 (521 calories)
Sn: 3 strawberries, 1/2 cup plain fat free yoghurt, 1/4 cup flax granola (172 calories)
Dn: 1 cup basmati rice, 1 cup pork chili, 1/4 cup plain fat free yoghurt (493 calories)
That's a total of 1639 for the day.
It's that lovely week before TOM. Stupid being a woman. Stupid feeling starving all the time during PMS week. Stupid not being able to eat anything I stupid want. Stupid having to excercise more because I'm so stupid hungry if I want to stupid eat. Stupid excercise with stupid jumping up and down when my stupid boobs stupid hurt. Stupid.
Okay, I'm done bitching. Now, if only I could lift my arms to take off my sports bra... not sure that's going to happen.
Wish me luck.
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