If you follow me on IG, you already know that I am very happy my deload week is over and I have officially started my new strength program as of yesterday morning!
Deload week was nice for the rest and recovery, but with my first meet coming up in nine weeks, I was eager to start my new strength program and get back to lifting heavier weights. I did two cycles of hypertrophy for about ten weeks (lighter weights, more volume), so I was definitely itching to go heavier and heavier lately. Mentally, not lifting heavy messes with me, making me doubt myself and my strength. But yesterday was a good first day and I am very happy that I made all of my lifts, and dare I say they felt pretty easy/light for what they were!?
This morning, I woke up feeling like I got hit by a bus!! Thank god we had a snow day (it kind of stinks less knowing that hot weather is so close!) because I was moving realllll slow this morning for my workout- I even warmed up in my mouse slippers because I just wasn't ready to take them off.
It ended up being a great day in the gym, but as soon as it was over, I went right back to feeling super beat up and could barely walk- heavy deadlifts and back squats followed by pause squats will do that I guess ;). Also my new belt has completely bruised my lower ribs and hips, so there is that. Yoga is going to be so fun tonight (aka I'M SCARED, but I need it!) Tomorrow is a rest day, which is great news for this old lady.
The rest of my snow day has been spent doing work that I didn't feel like doing this weekend. We had a busier than usual weekend with a Jack and Jill party and a celebration for our friend who just graduated from the MA State Police Academy! Here are a couple of random pictures of things I ate...
Ruby has been a great little buddy as I've been doing work today.
I haven't mentioned it/complained about it because I feel like acknowledging sucky things really just makes them worse, but I'm taking a class right now. It's not by choice, but it's state-mandated, because trust me, if I had the choice I would never take a class again. Four years of college, one year of grad school, and two years to get another Masters degree was more than enough for me for the rest of my life! There's only about one month left of this class, luckily, and I have managed to make it not horrible (probably by not talking about it to anyone except Mike pretty much, and only on the day I have class or on the day I do my class work!)
Between the workplace and social media, it's so easy to start thinking negative thoughts with all of the complaining going on. I obviously complain about things here and there (I even complained in this post about being beat up and what not!), but I try and make it a point to not complain in my daily life. Like I said, complaining simply makes things worse! The more you talk about it and get other people to react or respond to it, the worse it gets! You start thinking negatively and believing all the negative stuff, and it really just puts you in a bad mood- and others. It's not good. A lot of times, I think people don't really have anything to talk about, so their first instinct is to complain about something and hopefully the other person will complain along with them or make them feel better. I hate this and I try to ignore it, and I consciously make an effort not to complain publicly. But seriously, before you want to complain about something next time, just take a second and think about how it actually makes you feel. Is there anything you can do about it to change it? Or maybe just change you outlook and you will feel a whole lot better <3
Have a great night!!