So...I failed with the diet, but I did awesome with the workout program. There are only two weeks left and I still feel all beat to crap when I'm done...which is awesome!! Lost? Oh, probably because I don't think that I mentioned I was going to do P90X with some co-workers. I didn't mention it because I honestly didn't think I'd get this far. One more week then "recovery" week. P90X is the crasiest workout program I've ever done. It's based on muscle confusion idiology, so you don't plateu. Which of course is why I'm always hurting, cause my muscles just aren't getting use to it. That's good if you're working your muscles. If I could've stuck to the diet, I would have seen AMAZING results. Don't get me wrong, I'm still very happy with the musscle development I do have...I just wish I would've gotten rid of my food baby, which was the main goal when I started. Well...I also decided in about week two that I wanted to actually add muscle mass, instead of the original lean plan. So...I need to go through P90X again and this time, pay attention to what I eat. I might possibly be going at the next round all by my onesies, we'll see. I'm thinking about doing a crazy cardio week after the recovery week and then starting in on it. The question is, can I mentally handle hurting like this for another 90 days with pretty much no rest?! I think the answer is, food baby!
you make my stomach churn, you make my brain run constantly, you make me constantly check my email, you make me want to do nothing, you make me want to conquer the world, you make me confused, you give things clarity, if I wasn't already effed in the head I would say that's because of you too. In short, I blame you for everything.
so, I'm not gonna. I think this last year equaled out, somewhat. I had probably as much fun as I didn't have fun. I ended the year heavier than I wanted, but on my way down thanks to working out and somewhatkindasorta watching what I eat. although until the very end of the year I didn't really get into a routine of working out...I at least ended the hear with hopeful thoughts and wishes of what the future will bring, which is more than I can say for most years past. so...yay and stuff, okay so I did sort of write a review, but not really. It was really more of a broad summary. so...I should start hating things again, cause that always works and is easy!
I haven't really been blogging, I was going to just blog fitness here in hopes it would keep me motivated, then work began a fitness challenge deal. So I was having to record all the information on their annoying system and I just didn't feel like also doing so here. Then I fell off the wagon a couple weeks ago there. I would have switched back...but I fell off the wagon. I do need to journal my efforts in some kind of fashion, though I don't think I will LJ it. In general, I'm not happy with myself, I've allowed myself to gain much more weight than I said I would ever let myself do so...Though, now I'm just under ten pounds over where I had my upper limit set. It's two pounds more than where I was at before Thanksgiving, but it was a good Thanksgiving weekend. But hey, I should be able to get that two pounds back soon...right? Stupid weight, why can't people love fatties? If you didn't know, I have a new car, I love the car but hate the payment. Hopefully soon though something will happen to help ease that.
so, it would seem my phone was doing updating stuff last night and that's why my back button wasn't responding. Then today after my phone number switched over, I re-synched with my contacts and all my phone numbers showed up. So the only thing about my phone that I don't like is that it won't synchronize with Outlook. Well...not easily anyway. The Calendar synchronizes just fine, but the contacts, I have to export the file and then go to gmail and import = lame. Other than that, I like the phone. I'll have to deal with the quirks this phone has I guess.
ZOMG, facebook makes me feel like an idiot everytime I try to get it to do what I want. I hate that site so much. Why must people use it?! I decided to finally get a new phone because New Egg had an Android that was for free with a new 2 year contract with Sprint. I just received it today, activated it and it doesn't in fact have my number like I requested. Though, there's still one more day on their letter that says it takes x amount of days before the port is finished, so please don't call us before then thing. AND as I find out now...I can't import my contacts from Outlook unless I pay someone $40 for some app they developed that may or may not work according to the comments. Oh joy...Well, I figured out how to import my contacts into Gmail, and in my Gmail, I see my contacts with phone numbers and what not. My phone now has the emails...but not the phone numbers. And the buttons on the touch screen are not as responsive as I would like. particularily my back button, I press it, nothing happens, I press it, it lights up and beeps but nothing happens. I push and hold it, nothing happens. I tap it about a million times and eventually it backs, but when I was in the android market it often times backed out too far, which meant I had to do a search for an app that does Outlook contacts, AGAIN. I'm done with this day, I'm filled with too much hate for everything.
So Jason, for whatever reason, got on this topic of how it's strange that people make the "I'm making fun of you voice" while repeating the last thing you said to turn it into a burn. Everyone knows this mocking tone, it's pretty much universal. And for an experiment he decided to see what it would be like if he just talked like that. So in the mocking tone he asked me how my day was. Me being a jerk, repeated the last thing he said back to him in a regular tone. There was much laughing. It then kind of warped into him basically sounding like he had serious mental issues. Though he was wearing the outfit to pull it off. I'm looking forward to having people over tomorrow night. I have placed my Vodka and Cap'n into the freezer so they will be plenty cold tomorrow night.
If you haven't heard, I'm having people over for drinks and general hanging out Sunday night anytime after 7pm. All are welcome (though I do reserve the right to bounce anyone, which I have had yet had to do). The weather is suppose to be nice and if it is, there will be a fire.
nothing big though...so I guess I should be thankful. But the other day our company had a party with a ton of prizes, really good chances of at least winning a shirt or coffee cup...nada. Though they did give me a koozie because they felt bad, so I got the, "thanks for showing up" prize. Strained my groin first play in softball last Wednesday. Forgot that I sprained my thumb on my right hand playing Volleyball at the company picnic. Still have yet to get even an interview for a Project Management job. Was third wheel at the Ren Fest yesterday. Vikings were...well, let's just say that I'm thankful it's preseason (sadly I don't have season tickets this year, which is part of the lame) Had a fire and a number of people who told me they would show up, didn't. Netflix had sent me an offer in the mail to try their service for a month, but since I already had an account with them years ago, it was an offer downgraded to two weeks. I wanted to hit five miles on my nordic trak today and gave up at 4.5 (but I've been resting for a while due to a convention and bad ankle and then strained groin...) To quote the Emperor from Robot Chicken, "Hey, wanna watch me tempt fate? Could this day get any worse? See...I said it ironically...so, nothing bad should happen."
so...I suppose it's better than being filled with fail.
Everytime I get caught up, I'll run through some of the shows on the first page of the different categories, sometimes I'll find one, add it to my list and then bam, my queue is full again. sadly though, I have stuff I need to do since I'm planning on hosting a fire tomorrow night, what you didn't know?! Well, if you're around, stop by! In other news, ankle is doing a lot better since I've been resting it, however Wednesday night I strained my groin at softball. I hate being old...Perhaps Sunday night I can get back to working with the out.
Oh, and Kat's mom totally gave me wood, HAWT!Eleven!!
