Week 2 of my new weights program at the gym has ended and I think I've put on 2 kg (4.4lbs), or so it seems.Not that I weigh myself often, but every so often I'll jump on the scales at the gym and seen where it lands.
Its been a while since I last weighed myself and last night the needle was up at a record high... I haven't weighed this much since my year in thailand/first year of uni, or as I like to call it my "WOOHOO I no longer live with my health-nut father and can eat all the Hungry Jacks (Burger King for you yanks) I want!" period.....
or as it really should have been called, my "I'm a poor student who spends all her money on alcohol, and as a result must live on 2 minute noodles, and rice" period.
Anyway, I've never really had muscle tone (not since high school anyway), and even when I've slimmed down in the past (thanks to late nights, red bull, ritalin and stress), I've never actually gained muscles.
I'm nowhere near becoming beefy, so dont all start with the whole 'chicks with muscles is gross' shit. i'm not turning into a female body builder- I do not have the body shape for that AT ALL. actually fuck it, i'm not even going to allow comments because everyone is shitting me off too much....
I want muscles (not big ones, just muscle tone) for health and fitness reasons. honestly I exercise just so i can eat whatever I want. I love food too much to be constantly worrying about what I can and can't eat. And I dont have the willpower to say no, nor do I think I should. They say the more you deny your cravings for food, the worse they become. If you crave chocolate, have a bit... If you guilt yourself over it, and deny yourself it, you will eventually crack and binge.
So I dont deny myself anything. When it comes around to our ritual Friday pub lunch, I want to be able to eat a big fuck-off piece of steak, with chips, and a few beers- and not give a shit. Lots of calories, mixing carbs with protein, blah blah blah- BUT I DONT GIVE A SHIT.
Anyway, I dont know where that ramble came from, but I guess in 4 more weeks, when I go back for another program check up thingy, I'll see if there's been any muscle growth. The phantom 2 kg could have just been from all the water I had drunk during the Pump class.... I can definately feel muscles in places they weren't before, and sometimes I think there may have been weight loss. But none of my clothes are obviously looser. They aren't tighter either and I guess that's a good sign.
Its been a while since I last weighed myself and last night the needle was up at a record high... I haven't weighed this much since my year in thailand/first year of uni, or as I like to call it my "WOOHOO I no longer live with my health-nut father and can eat all the Hungry Jacks (Burger King for you yanks) I want!" period.....
or as it really should have been called, my "I'm a poor student who spends all her money on alcohol, and as a result must live on 2 minute noodles, and rice" period.
Anyway, I've never really had muscle tone (not since high school anyway), and even when I've slimmed down in the past (thanks to late nights, red bull, ritalin and stress), I've never actually gained muscles.
I'm nowhere near becoming beefy, so dont all start with the whole 'chicks with muscles is gross' shit. i'm not turning into a female body builder- I do not have the body shape for that AT ALL. actually fuck it, i'm not even going to allow comments because everyone is shitting me off too much....
I want muscles (not big ones, just muscle tone) for health and fitness reasons. honestly I exercise just so i can eat whatever I want. I love food too much to be constantly worrying about what I can and can't eat. And I dont have the willpower to say no, nor do I think I should. They say the more you deny your cravings for food, the worse they become. If you crave chocolate, have a bit... If you guilt yourself over it, and deny yourself it, you will eventually crack and binge.
So I dont deny myself anything. When it comes around to our ritual Friday pub lunch, I want to be able to eat a big fuck-off piece of steak, with chips, and a few beers- and not give a shit. Lots of calories, mixing carbs with protein, blah blah blah- BUT I DONT GIVE A SHIT.
Anyway, I dont know where that ramble came from, but I guess in 4 more weeks, when I go back for another program check up thingy, I'll see if there's been any muscle growth. The phantom 2 kg could have just been from all the water I had drunk during the Pump class.... I can definately feel muscles in places they weren't before, and sometimes I think there may have been weight loss. But none of my clothes are obviously looser. They aren't tighter either and I guess that's a good sign.
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