Hmmmmmm.... where shall we start today? The highs? Or the lows? Or the workout? :P Let's start with the workout. I made it out of bed today, and like Georgia and Adrienne keep telling me, sometimes you just get points for showing up. Today was one of those days. Our circuit today should have made me feel good, hang clean to push press coupled with 400 meter runs. It didn't make me feel good. Going home was emotionally and physically draining. Not only did it require me spending over 8 hours in the car, my main reason for going home was not because I was going on vacation.
I don't like to blog about my family because I feel as if it's almost not fair to include them without their consent, but the trip home this week really was because of my grandfather. I've mentioned here and there that he's not been in the best health, and my trip home this week was really so I could go see him. Going home this week I saw just how much he's regressed since I was home last, which was a mere 4 weeks ago. If you have ever watched a loved one at their later stages in life, you can probably understand the things that I was going through. It was awful to see him now and know how he used to be. It was heartbreaking, and I wish that I could help him in some way, but truthfully there is nothing I, or anyone else can do. It's been hard over the last few days just to shake that visit. Not to mention, immediately following that visit, I went to have lunch with a good friend of mine. We've been, not on the outs, but not as close lately as we have been in the past, and we are in the process of trying to mend some hurts and patch fences. While it is great to do that, it also involves delving into a lot of issues, which brought up a lot of emotions, both good and bad. It was great to mend things with my friend, but dealing with all those emotions really wiped me out. So, getting back yesterday just to head to work to deal with people who didn't want to tip me, and didn't want to leave when the restaurant closed was almost more than I could take. So truthfully, I'm giving myself points today for not staying curled in bed in front of my fan in the fetal position.
When I got to the Blue Room today, I decided to jump on the scale to measure the damage I had done with my ice cream binge and my trip home. I have to say... I nearly fell off the scale when I saw the number. Literally. I couldn't believe the scale was right. Before leaving on Wed, the scale read 163.6. Not where I would like to be, but I was also thinking a little bit of that may have to do with *ehem* "being a girl". Nonetheless I was not prepared for the number today. 159.8. That is the lowest reading I have had on a scale in over 6 years. I couldn't believe. I nearly started to cry. Despite falling off the wagon, my grit in keeping my meals mostly Zone friendly, and trying to steer clear of most sweets has paid dividends, and is the result of my new low. My new weight. I have now officially to the T, lost 19 lbs. My Zone journey started when I hit a staggering high (for me) of 178.8 lbs. I am flabbergasted today by how much I've lost, and if anything, today's number is going to encourage me to keep going. I would love to hit 155. I think that would be a good weight for me to hang around, but we'll have to see how the Zoning continues to go.
After I got over the shock of the scale, I went into the Blue Room to get stretched out. Cindy and Tiger definitely left me feeling a little on the sore side. We warmed up for a few hang clean to push presses, and then headed outside with all our toys. Before I get to my commentary, here's what the fun looked like:
Hang cleans to push press
35, 55, 65 X 5
5 rounds for time
15 clean and press
400 meter run
I have to say, my gas tank was not full today. I had a lot of trouble with this one, and mentally had a hard time staying in this one. I think it's understandable but nonetheless, just wasn't there. The runs felt pretty good, but cleaning and pressing 65X15 was rough. I was the only woman to go 65 today, but all the ladies totally housed me today. I brought this in in 18 something. I wasn't really listening by that point. I was just trying to finish. I guess it's good that I have that mentality of always finishing, but man, sometimes I really do feel like poop.
As we were taking the toys inside, I was thinking about my statements the other day about challenging my 20 chins. The shoulders were a little wonky after the 75 clean and presses, but I really felt like 20 was not my max, and I really wanted to get on the bar. Well, as we were putting toys away and Jerry started to sweep the floor, I decided, "What the hey. I'll get on the bar and see what happens." Cara came over to count for me and watch me. Somehow our numbers got a little off, but I still say I'm right. :) My total? Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you.... it was 24. ;) WOOT! :) That is a new class record, but I can't be too excited about that. There are ladies who will knock that down probably by tomorrow. Stacey will have 26 tomorrown. Guaranteed. However, I want to get to 30. Danny said that if I got to 30 before Stacey, he would buy me breakfast. Now, I don't know about you, but I can think of some pretty elaborate and very non-Zone friendly breakfasts I would like to make Danny buy me... ;) Mimosas anyone? Tehe... just kidding, but 30 is a new goal for me. I'm at that point where I feel so close I can taste it. The bar and I may get a rematch tomorrow BEFORE the circuit. The last two attempts have come after the circuit and have been done with fried shoulders. I'd be interested to see what happens before the circuit... ;)