I'm so unhappy right now. This prep has really done something to my psyche....or at least that's how it's feeling today. I want to go to the gym with Tom and have the kind of workouts that leave me queasy, shaky, and feelin' like She-Hulk. However, that's not allowed (I'm pouting as I type that). It's hard to feel like you're in prep with you don't get to see the inside of a gym very often and you feel like your muscles are withering away.
BUT.....
This was the decision I made after the April show - I agreed to give this route a shot - and so I am - but don't get it twisted (you like the ghetto fab I inserted there...lol) - that doesn't mean I'm not going to whine about it now & then!
*I started this post this morning and then stepped away*
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Post-breakdown! |
For some reason after I started typing this blog post this morning, I fell apart. By fell apart, I mean I took two steps away from the computer, collapsed on the couch, and started bawling my eyes out. I sent an emotional video message to The Boss explaining why I was so distraught. Tom, who is not freaked out by many things, does freak out when I start to cry (that's how rare it is that I do it!) so he decided that we needed to get out of the house & I could take out my frustration out on the weights. I walked in the gym slightly exhausted and empty but left feeling renewed & like I had re-entered "Beast Mode".
I'm human....this prepping/competing stuff is not for the weak...but that's not to say those of us who do it don't have moments of weakness.
The crying is over and I'm focused on finishing what I started.
I'll leave you with some progress pictures from yesterday - there's still work to be done but anything can happen in 7 weeks. Like 8 time Mr. Olympia Ronnie Coleman said in
The Cost of Redemption, "Ain't nuttin' but a peanut!"
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Would it have killed me to fix the bottom of my suit?!?! :) |
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Damn AZ sun causing me to squint ;) |