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Getting back to a real workout. You know you worked well when every further move results in a mini cramp.
And, skull crushers at home alone, without a bench, just on the floor, with a curling bar. Bad idea?
I can't find the motivation to go to the gym, and my eating habits are failing. I'm probably still only putting away the appropriate amount of calories, but it's not quality nutrition.
Help.
I'm sure this has been voiced ad nauseam (but do you think that will keep me from overcoming my laziness enough to look through the old posts or search? No. Not at all.), but is anyone else's mental health almost completely tied to working out?
If I don't work out, I am a gooey mental cucumber, softening in the crisper drawer. I snap at people. I make wild leaps of logic. I am a waste of my soylent green.
If I force myself to get my ass to the gym, I am what I would describe, loosely, as a "James Bond/James K. Polk/Anderson Cooper Hybrid." In reality, or course, I'm just a "Reasonably Functioning Human," but do not tell my brain that, or PM it. It thinks that I'm a JB/JKP/AC hybrid, which is far more important.
Yup, yup, yup and yup.
And, as a masochist, I see your tie to mental health and raise you a good dose of semi-self-inflicted torture and suffering. Mmmmmmmmmm...suffering.
And, unrelated...
Damn my sensitive nipples! Fuck, I could wear a suit of armour and they'd still bust through, I'm sure. Every time I'm at the gym (where I wear two sports type tops in a vain attempt to lessen their perkiness) I wish I had a sign around my neck that said, "I'm not aroused, honestly I'm not."
Groan.
Yup, yup, yup and yup.
And, as a masochist, I see your tie to mental health and raise you a good dose of semi-self-inflicted torture and suffering. Mmmmmmmmmm...suffering.
And, unrelated...
Damn my sensitive nipples! Fuck, I could wear a suit of armour and they'd still bust through, I'm sure. Every time I'm at the gym (where I wear two sports type tops in a vain attempt to lessen their perkiness) I wish I had a sign around my neck that said, "I'm not aroused, honestly I'm not."
Groan.
Maybe all humans need to evolve the Masochism gene to reverse our obesity trends.
How about a custom t-shirt with the same message?
Hmmm. Um, this may be hard to believe, but I may be the only guy in North America who shares this issue. Lift, elliptical, crunches, and then...rock hard nipples? Really??![]()
Not sure if they'll reduce the perkiness but a lot of runners put bandaids on their nipples to reduce the irritation from long periods of movement inside a running singlet. Have you tried this?
Reusable Ace bandage wraps maybe?OK, if I use the big, thick bandages, the ones used to cover your knee, then yes, they work somewhat. However, given that I spend an average of 5 days per week in the gym, that could get rather $$$.
Reusable Ace bandage wraps maybe?
Frankly, I'm surprised that all masochists aren't full time gym rats.
Interesting. And do you also feel the burning stares of the opposite sex as you walk around like you're smuggling a set of pencil erasers in your shirt?
Sigh.
Seriously, for my nipples to not be erect, it has to be 140F, not a hint of a breeze, and I have to be...dead.![]()
Yep.
Worked? Nope.
OK, if I use the big, thick bandages, the ones used to cover your knee, then yes, they work somewhat. However, given that I spend an average of 5 days per week in the gym, that could get rather $$$.
I'm learning that I can't wait for motivation. Don't think about, just get your arse dressed, grab some tunes, and get out the door. You can do it!I can't find the motivation to go to the gym, and my eating habits are failing. I'm probably still only putting away the appropriate amount of calories, but it's not quality nutrition.
Help.
Come on Lizzie, don't fail now!!! Stop self sabotaging, you are worth this.
Everyone hits plateaus, it's normal. Do something to shake yourself out of it. What's a fun activity that you don't normally do? Dance, go bowling, go for a bike ride, anything. Pick a fun/silly physical activity and just go and do it, even once.
Then look up a *healthy* recipe and set a goal to make whatever it is within the next five days...then report back here to us and tell us how it was.
You can do it. We're all here cheering for you! (Or, alternately, waiting to kick your ass if you don't).![]()
I'm sure this has been voiced ad nauseam (but do you think that will keep me from overcoming my laziness enough to look through the old posts or search? No. Not at all.), but is anyone else's mental health almost completely tied to working out?
If I don't work out, I am a gooey mental cucumber, softening in the crisper drawer. I snap at people. I make wild leaps of logic. I am a waste of my soylent green.
If I force myself to get my ass to the gym, I am what I would describe, loosely, as a "James Bond/James K. Polk/Anderson Cooper Hybrid." In reality, or course, I'm just a "Reasonably Functioning Human," but do not tell my brain that, or PM it. It thinks that I'm a JB/JKP/AC hybrid, which is far more important.
I can't find the motivation to go to the gym, and my eating habits are failing. I'm probably still only putting away the appropriate amount of calories, but it's not quality nutrition.
Help.
And, unrelated...
Damn my sensitive nipples! Fuck, I could wear a suit of armour and they'd still bust through, I'm sure. Every time I'm at the gym (where I wear two sports type tops in a vain attempt to lessen their perkiness) I wish I had a sign around my neck that said, "I'm not aroused, honestly I'm not."
Groan.
Alrighty.
I've burrowed down to the source of my woes this week and have just about resolved them.
I've taken Keroin's advice though. Starting Sunday (because tonight is housework and tomorrow I'm out of town) but Sunday I'm going to go down the beach and go for a walk, and then Monday I'm going 10 pin bowling.Then Tuesday I'm launching back into the gym.
And Sunday night, I've decided I'm cooking myself a veggie feast.
I'm found somewhere locally that sells this marinated goat's cheese that's to die for, and I'm going out specially tomorrow morning before I leave to get it.
Then Sunday night I'm making a roast vegetable stack, with some of that cheese, and some cous cous, cos I love that stuff. there's be mushies, and sweet potato, zucchini, capsicum, spinach, pumpkin, eggplant. And it'll be awesome.
I feel better just thinking about it.
Alrighty.
I've burrowed down to the source of my woes this week and have just about resolved them.
I've taken Keroin's advice though. Starting Sunday (because tonight is housework and tomorrow I'm out of town) but Sunday I'm going to go down the beach and go for a walk, and then Monday I'm going 10 pin bowling.Then Tuesday I'm launching back into the gym.
And Sunday night, I've decided I'm cooking myself a veggie feast.
I'm found somewhere locally that sells this marinated goat's cheese that's to die for, and I'm going out specially tomorrow morning before I leave to get it.
Then Sunday night I'm making a roast vegetable stack, with some of that cheese, and some cous cous, cos I love that stuff. there's be mushies, and sweet potato, zucchini, capsicum, spinach, pumpkin, eggplant. And it'll be awesome.
I feel better just thinking about it.




I wish I knew how to do a cartwheel. I always just fall over.*does cartwheels*
Yay Lizzie!