Day Two - Feel the Burn

Day Two began just like I thought it would, with aches and pains. And as it began, so it continued. ALL DAY. I shake my fist wildly at you, Absplosion! (Okay, it's really called "Ab Ripper X," but obviously I'm sticking with Absplosion - way more accurate.)

On the bright side, a good food day. The morning's smoothie was experimental, but it turned out great, like a healthy Orange Julius. OJ, cantaloupe, vanilla yogurt, and orange-flavored fiber. Yummmm (No, really).  On the dimmer side, my food journal has made it painstakingly clear that I am a terrible night eater.  I eat three times as much after 7pm than before.  I guess the gurus are right about keeping a food journal; it really does shed light on what is otherwise easy to ignore.  Yes, I'm keeping a food journal.  It's called "Book of Shame."  Keeping it positive.

I better take some time to find a calorie-counting program this week - I have a feeling that I might be laboring under some misunderstandings about what is "healthy" and low calorie. I like to think that I've seen enough health class videos and episodes of Biggest Loser to be doing alright, but I can't help but wonder if I'll be five pounds heavier next week with no explanation other than crappy food-picking without the joy of tasting mac and cheese.

Okay - I'm returning to this draft after using a calorie counter, and holy crap, I thought I was going to come in around 1000 but NO - 1450 calories on what I thought was a SUPER good food day.  No ranch dressing tomorrow, that's for sure.  Yeah - 130 calories for two tablespoons.

The workout: Plyometrics, a.k.a. Jump Around Until You Need to Puke.  That's all I have to say about it.  It is literally an hour of jumping in various ways.  I think this may call for a video post next time around.  I looked ridiculous.  AND - Tony obviously did not think about the womenfolk when placing the jumping around exercise the day after the chest workout.  Ladies, you know what I'm talking about.  Ow.

Finally - weight.  Day Two ended at 138.  Holding fast.  I'll probably just stick to weekly weighings from now on so that I can be all ecstatic and shocked (fingers crossed).  Meh - we'll see.