Productive Tuesdays?

Tuesday is supposed to be the most productive day of the week. Apparently. However my Tuesdays start with a frantic bag-packing and then what seems like hours of torture before heading to work.

Tuesday was a good workout. I know it must have been good because I could hardly maintain a decent speed on my bike afterwards. Not a lot of leg strength left... 

It started nicely enough, just a quick jog around the block (with the dog) then it was prancing in the driveway, then lunges with weights (urgh!) and then it gets fuzzy. I know there were more leg exercises and some upper body ones too, but like waking from a nightmare, it's all fuzzy and hard to pin down. I just remember searing pain (weakness leaving my body) and sweat and weights and uncomfortable positions and the next memory was me on my bike but without and strength in my legs to race the other people to work. 

I knew it had been a hard one when I also had no strength in my legs riding home again. No pain, just no strength. I thought these exercises were supposed to be making me stronger?

This morning was another rapid session, 15 mins of searing abdominal pain and hamstring wrenching. Ably assisted by the dog who loves it when I'm doing floor work, he's so damn helpful.

My diet hasn't changed a lot. I'm eating less junk between/ontop of my meals, but the meals themselves are basically the same. Reducing carbs where I can and no longer having a bottle of wine with dinner. Blood sugars are settling more (I'm pretty damn good at that anyhow) but still have the odd high mornings. Not having cravings tho, which means I'm getting enough food in I hope...

Likes?

Well, I like how each of my sessions is different so I never know what's going to happen. If I have a routine I'm probably not going to give it 100% so I can limp away unscathed. When it's all mixed up tho, you just give it your all constantly. I like that. Chaos Routine!

Hate?

Discovering how weak I am. Maybe it's just me, or a boy thing, but discovering I can't do as many or as much of some simple exercise as I mentally pictured I could is depressing. It drives me to try harder, but it is a little sad when you discover you really are a pathetic weakling. Just as well I'm sorting that out. I don't feel stronger yet, but there's plenty of weeks to go.