I was up at a half decent time this morning (decent time being 8 am ) and off to the gym!
Before I left I had half of one my new protein bars – the peanut butter caramel flavour. While it was tasty, I probably won’t be buying these again. The ingredient list was a bit long/unpronounceable and while it tasted good, it had a harsh artificial sweetener aftertaste that would just not go away.
Livefit day 54 – legs
- 2 x 30 leg extensions (55 lbs)
- 4 x 6 wide stance barbell squat (100 lbs, up 5 – milestone!!!)
- 4 x 8, last to failure leg curl (95 lbs, up 5 lbs)
- 4 x 8 one legged barbell squat (60 lbs, up 5 lbs)
- 4 x 8 barbell glute bridge (30 lbs, up 10 lbs – again, could have gone heavier but the weight hurt my hips)
- 3 x 20 leg press calf raise (2 45 lb plates on each side)
- 3 x 20 horizonal leg press (175 lbs, up 5 lbs)
- 3 x 20 standing leg press (95 lbs, up 10 lbs)
Lots of gains!
And that 100 pound squat is super exciting for me…it’s the first time I’ve ever hit triple digits for a squat! To me, this is huge.
The next milestone – squat my body weight. If I keep going at the rate I am, it won’t be too long before I have to think of another goal to reach.
Going to talk a little bit about the eating disorder and specific numbers, so please skip if you find this triggering.
It was a few years ago when hitting three digits was a different kind of milestone – my weight. When I was anorexic my weight had gotten dangerously low, so that 100 pounds was the first goal my mother and I set for myself. We had hopes it would give me the confidence I needed in order to feel I could beat the disease.
When I finally hit that number, a whole bunch of mixed feelings hit me.
The anorexic part of my mind – absolutely horror. Although I was still dangerously underweight, my eating disorder found this as a failure. Gaining weight of any sort was awful to my ill mind.
The rational part of me – relief. This was my first big gain – it would only get easier from here.
Something else that hit me? Dairy Queen ice cream cake. It was my present from my mom for hitting my first weight goal. DQ cakes are a favourite of mine, so this presented an extra challenge for me. The only time I had allowed myself cake over the worst of my eating disorder was my birthday and Christmas; and they both resulted in extreme feelings of guilt. So being presented with cake as a reward for GAINING WEIGHT made absolutely no sense to my eating disorder.
But, as a society, we celebrate with food. Holidays, birthdays, special events – food is usually considered. Some sort of cake or dessert is usually presented as well. If I wanted to have a healthy relationship with food, I had to be able to view it as something to be celebrated.
Although it was difficult, I dug into that cake when my mom brought it home. It tasted just as good as it did growing up. (The Reese’s Peanut Butter ice cream cake FTW).
But, that weight milestone combined with celebrating with DQ cake ended up being my first big ED victory of many. Since then, I have eaten lots of cake and have definitely gained more weight. And I could not be happier about it.
Two nights of indulgent dinners = heavy protein, clean breakfast.
The protein pancake returns!
(This is supposed to be my excited face. Note to self: get better at self portraits with food. And, post-gym hair is not your friend ).
Of course, my usual TIU protein pancake. My usual being:
- 1/4 cup liquid egg whites
- 1 scoop chocolate peanut butter protein powder
- 1 tablespoon flax seed
- 2 tablespoons unsweetened vanilla almond milk
- 1/2 mashed banana
With this version, I don’t even need sweeteners or anything – the protein powder and the banana add plenty.
All mixed together and dumped onto a preheated pan, cooked until bubbly, flipped, and cooked for another minute or two. Makes one ginormous pancake.
Topped with caramelized banana and strawberry slices.
Delicious, delicious health!
The Sweet Jehovah’s Witness
While I was making my breakfast today, two Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the door. Of course, I’m standing in the kitchen (right next to the front door) in front of an open window, and the door is wide open – hiding is not an option, and Eric’s still in bed so making him answer the door doesn’t work either.
So I answer the door while what is quite possibly the sweetest-looking old lady talks to me about the Watchtower or whatever magazine it is they try to give you. I consider myself a polite person anyways, so being rude to an old lady and closing the door on her is just not in my blood. I’m nodding politely, trying to get her to hurry her schpeal along so I can go back to my breakfast.
Finally, she finished and she tries to give me the magazine, which I politely tell her “No, thank you.” She gives me the hurtest look in existence and says “Are you sure you won’t read it? What about anyone else in the house?”
Uggh….heartstrings. I stand by my ground and tell her no, no one here will read it. She nods sadly and toddles off.
Ugh..solicitors! I can’t stand them but am way too nice to close the door in their face.
Back to watching Men’s Beach Volleyball, Canada vs. Britain. Jesus, this is a nail biter!
(wow, this post covered a bit of everything, doesn’t it?)
<– Big milestone you’ve reached lately?
<– How do you handle Jehovah’s Witnesses? Do you take the pamphlet, hear them out, or tell them immediately that you’re not interested?