Operation Fatty Blaster is on hiatus until the new year. Although the pricing is ridiculously inexpensive, I just really cannot swing any additional costs right now! It totally sucks, but things are super tight and some extras need to be cut out for a bit...
Until next time....
Jenn
Monday, November 15, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Oh left booty cheek, how I love thee
My left butt cheek and leg hurt! Yea, I got some lower body work in! Tee hee
After last Wednesday's workout, I had a conversation with Joe that either I was not doing the exercises right or that I needed more lower body workout because I was not feeling even a touch of soreness "down there" after boot camp. So last night, my request of a big time leg work out was fulfilled! I also had both E and Joe watching me with the stank eye to make sure I was doing all the stuffs right. I also made some of my own adjustments so I could focus more on the actual exercise to make sure form was kosher and less on the extras. For example, lightening up the weights a little so I'm not struggling to make sure I lift the weight and not paying attention so that lunges are clean and un-retarded.
The circuits we did last night were straight WORK son! Wall jumps, jumping 2-footed over a bar on the ground (fully expected me or dingle berry Audrey to take a dive, but we didn't die), freaking planks on a balance ball, which I absolutely could not do. I was shaking like the Royal Gorge bridge on that bitch. There were also like 3 other leg workouts, an arm and some ab stations. My left quad and cheek are sore, but nothing in the hammy area. My abs are also SUPER sore.
The best part of last night was, as always, having my fatty with me. Having Audrey there makes things sooo much easier to deal with. We totally got into a certified ninja fight before our workout (the asian winning of course). We've known each other for so long that we always know when the other one could use a high five and a good job, or a "Move your ass fat girl!". That bitch rags on me all dee time, but I know what she's saying to me is straight troof! Oh and I can call her bitch because that's the kind of friends we are. I always read crap about people saying that you should have a workout partner, but never really understood why in the hell I needed someone to give me a high five and tell me to walk faster on my path to nowhere on a treadmill. Boot camp is different. I feel more of a team atmosphere, even though the majority of the ladies look at me like I'm a nutcase (and it's not like I'm used to it). Having your best friend next to you, going through the fire with you, is a definite motivator.
OH shoooooot ya'll and let me tell you....them stank ass fellas found a way to make us do mother effing suicides inside, in a small, carpeted room. Unreal. I'm actually getting a little less bitter about it, I did them without as much anger as I usually do and applied a small amount of effort this time. No guarantees for the future though.
So Miss Carissa may come check out a boot camp tomorrow! I'm so excited! She'll be booty hurt about the tunes as the music is like a fake house mix of our favorite pop songs. Like how do you make Leavin' by Jesse McCartney into a fist pumping song? It's just wrong on so many levels. Only aerobics instructors at the gym actually get moving on that crap. Give me some top 40 or some good ole rock and roll and my fat booty will wiggle for you!
Nutrition. Don't even want to talk about it. Audrey and I decided that I would keep track of everything I eat this week and then we'd take a look at it and see what we can do. She just watched me drink a glass of shock top, 3/4 of a double bbq burger, and jack Jovan for some of his green chilis fries. I did, however, have a chicken salad for lunch that I made at home and brought to work. Unfortunately, I was still STARVING after I ate it and had a pack of noodles too. I'm just such a picky eater! Not to the point where I won't eat a bunch of foods, but if that shit doesn't have BIG flavor, I don't like it. I'm half Korean dude. I grew up on kimchee. Do you think I can work with bland food in any way, shape or form? It's gotta have BIG FLAVA!!
Anyway, bedtime for bonzo, gotta get me a workout in tomorrow night! Oh and I guess I better get some rest for work too. I'm just a slave to the man....
Love you hags,
Jenn
After last Wednesday's workout, I had a conversation with Joe that either I was not doing the exercises right or that I needed more lower body workout because I was not feeling even a touch of soreness "down there" after boot camp. So last night, my request of a big time leg work out was fulfilled! I also had both E and Joe watching me with the stank eye to make sure I was doing all the stuffs right. I also made some of my own adjustments so I could focus more on the actual exercise to make sure form was kosher and less on the extras. For example, lightening up the weights a little so I'm not struggling to make sure I lift the weight and not paying attention so that lunges are clean and un-retarded.
The circuits we did last night were straight WORK son! Wall jumps, jumping 2-footed over a bar on the ground (fully expected me or dingle berry Audrey to take a dive, but we didn't die), freaking planks on a balance ball, which I absolutely could not do. I was shaking like the Royal Gorge bridge on that bitch. There were also like 3 other leg workouts, an arm and some ab stations. My left quad and cheek are sore, but nothing in the hammy area. My abs are also SUPER sore.
The best part of last night was, as always, having my fatty with me. Having Audrey there makes things sooo much easier to deal with. We totally got into a certified ninja fight before our workout (the asian winning of course). We've known each other for so long that we always know when the other one could use a high five and a good job, or a "Move your ass fat girl!". That bitch rags on me all dee time, but I know what she's saying to me is straight troof! Oh and I can call her bitch because that's the kind of friends we are. I always read crap about people saying that you should have a workout partner, but never really understood why in the hell I needed someone to give me a high five and tell me to walk faster on my path to nowhere on a treadmill. Boot camp is different. I feel more of a team atmosphere, even though the majority of the ladies look at me like I'm a nutcase (and it's not like I'm used to it). Having your best friend next to you, going through the fire with you, is a definite motivator.
OH shoooooot ya'll and let me tell you....them stank ass fellas found a way to make us do mother effing suicides inside, in a small, carpeted room. Unreal. I'm actually getting a little less bitter about it, I did them without as much anger as I usually do and applied a small amount of effort this time. No guarantees for the future though.
So Miss Carissa may come check out a boot camp tomorrow! I'm so excited! She'll be booty hurt about the tunes as the music is like a fake house mix of our favorite pop songs. Like how do you make Leavin' by Jesse McCartney into a fist pumping song? It's just wrong on so many levels. Only aerobics instructors at the gym actually get moving on that crap. Give me some top 40 or some good ole rock and roll and my fat booty will wiggle for you!
Nutrition. Don't even want to talk about it. Audrey and I decided that I would keep track of everything I eat this week and then we'd take a look at it and see what we can do. She just watched me drink a glass of shock top, 3/4 of a double bbq burger, and jack Jovan for some of his green chilis fries. I did, however, have a chicken salad for lunch that I made at home and brought to work. Unfortunately, I was still STARVING after I ate it and had a pack of noodles too. I'm just such a picky eater! Not to the point where I won't eat a bunch of foods, but if that shit doesn't have BIG flavor, I don't like it. I'm half Korean dude. I grew up on kimchee. Do you think I can work with bland food in any way, shape or form? It's gotta have BIG FLAVA!!
Anyway, bedtime for bonzo, gotta get me a workout in tomorrow night! Oh and I guess I better get some rest for work too. I'm just a slave to the man....
Love you hags,
Jenn
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