Weight, Weight, I Never Had a Chance To Love You

Ya-huh, White Lion.

It's a White Lion lyric, people. Why that was the first thing that came to mind when I sat down to blog about my weight training week, I have no idea. Well, wait—wait, I never had a chance to love you, now I only want to say I love you one more time—a minute, I must confess: I am a former metal head—well, glam rock hair band cute boy soft metal head might be a more appropriate term.

And you're welcome for that nightmare song being stuck in your head all day.

Okay, back to the weight training week. I'm actually a week behind in my reporting—but (or butt, as it were) at least I'm not a weak behind anymore. So I'm going to tell you about my two heavy workous from last week and my day at the beach from this week.

It Ain't Heavy, It's A Five Pound Weight
Oh yeah? Five pound weights after rounds of super duper intense arm and shoulder supersets feel like five tons. I am such a people pleaser. I want to do a good job. So there I am huffing and puffing and grimacing—the uglies were in full effect—thinking that I couldn't do it. Shoulder work sucks the most and my shoulder were on fire. But I pushed through. I mean, come on, it's one hour of intensity. I can't handle that? Of course, I can. And you know what? My shoulders have some shape and definition to them all of a sudden. In fact, my whole arm area is very much leaner and straighter. The chunk of it all is leaning out. NICE! I might even let the arms come out to play. They've been in forced into hiding for some time now.

I'll briefly tell you about the leg-cersises. Think: step ups (done on my porch stairs) down into a lunge. Think back to the reason the weak behind is no longer. Step ups, lunges and squats totally suck, folks—but do them anyway. Do ten squats right now whilst you're reading this. You'll thank me later.

The eating has been overall clean and tasty. Some winey-wine has snuck (is it snuck or sneaked?) back into my world, but the moderation remains. A stray steamer has landed in my mouth, now and again. Overall, though, Ultra Fit is an easy and inspiring program to follow—especially with Lori's support and guidance.


Now to this week's workout, aka, Not Beachy Keen
My friends, doing anything on the beach except laying (is it laying or lying? when do you use lain?) is hella hard. This was the hardest workout so far. We ran, we lunged, we walked, we pushed up. We even did dips on the lifegaurd stand. The workout was so challenging that I didn't have time to fight it or wish it away. Subsequently, I was 100% in the moment—I had to be in order to get through it.

So that's the catch up—not the ketchup, there's none of that in my clean eating plan. Only a week and a half left.

I'll leave you with lyrics from another White Lion song: when the children cry, let 'em know we tried, 'cause when the children something, let 'em know something else.

That's it. That's all the White Lion I know. I'll stop the terror.