drivel

[brightbluegirl]

Ok.

I was going to write something very purposefully about regular life and what happened last night and how I am excited about this weekend and having !!3!! whole days off, and maybe I will, after this, but:

Yesterday these guys at work started talking about the war.

Guy1: "I really hope the live video feed is as good as last time, because MAN some of those things are really exciting!"

Guy2: "Oh yeah, my favorite part was when..."

This is when I had to leave the room. I felt nauseaus, and it was throw up in front of them, or leave and breathe.

Today I walked in and Guy1 started talking about the stupidity of the protests that went on yesterday and blah blah blah...

I am now listening to The Psychedelic Furs' Pretty In Pink, and ignoring them.

This too shall pass.

And on to my regularly scheduled drivel.

I spoke to my brother again yesterday. HE called ME. Big step. He's sent me a book with protein grams in it. I should get it next week sometime. What a sweetheart!

Anyway.

Whenever we talk he gives me far more information than I can take in at once. At least I get some of it.

What he said yesterday was that if we're going to only lift weights 3 times a week, we should switch around our workouts so that we only have 2 different workouts, and that way we'd work out each body part 1.5 times a week, which is apparently better for the muscle.

I've been wanting to add one more lift workout to our week, and I don't know where to put it. Right now we lift on Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, with cardio on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday.

So I have to decide between creating a series of two workouts, and working out 4 times a week.

I'd rather work out 4 times a week. That would mean... maybe... lifting on Sunday Monday, Thursday, Friday, Cardio on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday.

Ooh. That could work.

Let's do that!

Anyway, he also said "This is how you can tell if you're working hard enough. Did you do more this week than you did last week? Did you do more reps more weight more cardio more careful control of your diet? If you did more this week than you did last week, you're working hard enough."

It was really nice of him to say that, because I have this ingrained idea that I'm NEVER doing well enough. That no matter what I'm doing, I should do more. That I'm lazy. That I'm not pushing myself hard enough. That I'm a wimp.

But now I'll know, at least about this, that I'm working hard enough.

That's a good feeling.

I know he said more, but I can't remember anything else. Like I said, he packs a lot into a small period. He did say that he too has problems getting enough protein, and he says it makes sense, since we were raised vegetarian, that we have similar problems getting enough.

I can't wait until this work day is over. We lifted last night, and we're lifting tonight. Andrew's making pizza for dinner, and we're going to bed early. Ah, the glamourous life.

Tomorrow we go on our adventure to Santa Fe. Hooray!

Comments

[plinko.livejournal.com]

It -is- strange, but when I think of the first Gulf war, I remember not so much the casulties or the victories or really anything besides that famous video.

The video camera strapped to the "Smart Bomb" heading towards a building. Closer and closer and closer....and then...

Static.

Chilling.

[thetamermaid.livejournal.com]

man, i'm really glad i haven't had to deal with people at all this week. i can afford not to get paid and they understand that i'm sick. it's a shame my friends have to deal with people like guy1 and guy2.

hang in there sweetie. the weekend will make everything better.

[freakykitten.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweets.

Keep getting better!! I need you healthy.

[hukuma.livejournal.com]

My first thought is that you should have thrown up right in front of them, but I've been in a very confrontational mood since yesterday, and leaving the room was probably the better idea. I don't know what disturbs me more, the war itself or the attitudes of people like guy1&2. I feel lucky to be surrounded by people who feel like me about this war. Hang in there...