Plyo I hate you
Buckets of sweat drip from me
I want to sleep now
Alright, I know - it may not be good, but it gets the point across. It's Day 9 and plyo kicked my ass just like it did on Day 2. I would like to think that I fared better than last week, but when you're bathed in sweat during the entire workout with your heart pounding hard enough to heart it in your ears it's hard to feel like you're doing better. As always my hip flexors and groin are tight as hell, so I tried to make that better by getting into the deepest squats possible throughout the entire workout. I'll definitely be paying for that tomorrow.
I'm getting more used to the diet and my daily eating routine is turning into just that - a routine. For the past week it's been somewhat arduous trying to stack on track because I wasn't quite sure how much to eat, when to eat, and what I could eat. After a week of this it's starting to make sense and my body usually queues me with a strong "FEED ME" signal at the appropriate times.
It has been a long time since I've eaten so many fruits and vegetables. It's not that I hate them - I could just never remember to eat them. Some days I would get all ambitious and buy a bunch of fruit, some broccoli, and maybe even a head of cabbage thinking, "I'm going to use the broccoli during dinner and bring apples to work to have with lunch tomorrow." In the end the items would just waste away in the bottom drawer of my refrigerator, forgotten until the bi-monthly clean out. With the diet as it stands now I'm tearing through the fruits and veggies, so they don't have a chance to go bad. At the very least I won't wind up with scurvy.
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Early P90 program haiku:
My ab is flabby
Look at it in the mirror
Why do you mock me?
I used to call my midsection my "ab" singular. It was a funny running joke for a while, "hey, Matty, you've got great ab!"
"One pack" was another variation.
By the way, all haikus must end with the line, "why do you mock me?"
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