Day Four - The Beached Whale

Well, last night consisted of both a breakthrough and a breakdown.

First, the good news.  P90X, though it whipped my ass (as usual), actually ended up providing some hope.  Arms were rough, but do-able (though I'm sure the fact that I was using eight pound weights and Tony had three ton dumbbells had something to do with that).  But then, without warning, ABSPLOSION!  That's right - my mortal enemy had returned as a surprise at the end of the hour-long arms workout.  But here's the good part - it was easier than last time.  I'm pretty sure I'm not any stronger (and I sure as hell was sorer than I was the first time I attempted it), so I'm going to chock this up to it not all being totally new.

One particularly embarrassing--and thus share-worthy--moment.  I am officially changing the name of the "Oblique V" move to "The Beached Whale."  This involves laying on your side, non-side-down arm up behind your head, legs extended out (but at a thirty degree angle in front of you).  Then, you're supposed to do what the people in the video do - lift your legs and head up to the ceiling, creating a V, but on your side.  Sure!  I'll give that a go!  I was a dancer, for goodness sake!

Result:  FAIL.  I couldn't keep my legs together for some reason as I raised them off the floor, and my ass, though fat, did not provide enough stability to keep me from involuntarily rolling about.  Ladies and gentleman, The Beached Whale.  Bring your camera, kids, and a spray bottle if you're feeling merciful.

So even though it wasn't great, I definitely felt this was the most do-able workout day yet in the P90X routine.  So what went wrong yesterday?

I think I have a tapeworm.  Or SOMETHING.  I mean, I hope there's something medically wrong with me that can explain my need to stuff my face.  Okay, that's not true - no disrespect to those actually fighting off their own parasites or diseases (more power to y'all).  But really, I finish a killer workout, think that I won't be able to finish more than a few bites of the chicken I've had baking while I work out, then BAM.  An entire ONE POUND split chicken breast has disappeared, along with an ENTIRE BAG of Green Giant Veggie Steamers.  How many servings were in that bag?  Three!  THREE!  Who needs three servings of vegetables and one pound of chicken?  Oh yeah - I took the somewhat healthy jus and turned it into gravy to smother everything in.  Who needs three servings of vegetables, a pound of chicken, and gravy?  At eleven o'clock at night!?!?!

Me.  I honestly could not stop myself - I finished the modest serving I first plated, and I was still ravenous.  I figured more of this decently healthy meal was better than some sort of dessert, so I proceeded to finish the bag of veggies, the chicken breast, and the pan of gravy.

Okay - solution time.  First off, I need to seriously commit to drinking WAY more water.  I heard once that we often mistake thirst for hunger - let's try ticking that off the list before I start sprinkling rat poison over my meals.  Also, I didn't have any caffeine yesterday.  While that is in the long term better for me, I think not having a diuretic take some of the hunger edge off during the day might do more harm than good at this point.  So the up side: coffee this morning!  And water - dang it!  Remember to drink more water!

Day Four's workout was spin class instead of P90X.  I'm not wussing out - I just know that my body requires cardio to lose significant weight.  I actually don't mind weight training that much, which was another reason I liked the idea of P90X, but I'm really trying to face the music here, so extra cardio it is.  Also, spin was at noon, so I might actually get to eat dinner at a normal hour tonight instead of having to wait until after getting home, working out, and cooking (I put enchiladas in the slow cooker last night, so tonight will be minimal prep).  Gonna do my best to eat less than two pounds of food tonight.