Hi ya! Once again, I’ve managed to get a little bit of time to myself. My puppy overlord appears to be occupied for the time being. So, I figure I can cover a few things going on in my life right now. I know you guys have been holding your breath.
Wow have things not been easy with the puppy. She’s super cute, but she is beyond a hand full. All I have done the past few weeks is chase her around and pull shit out of her mouth. I feel like that is my only reason for existing at this time. For the first couple of weeks, I was so stressed out that I almost got rid of her. (Honestly, I’d never do that because she will most likely be put down or sent to a rescue. She had already been returned once.)
She is still a ridiculous hand full, but she’s in obedience training and doing REALLY well. Turns out I have a ridiculously smart pup on my hands. So smart that she is constantly bored and that’s why she is tearing up my house. Since the trainer says that it’s pretty obvious that whomever owned her before didn’t socialize her or anything, she behaves like a much younger puppy. It’s frustrating, but we’re working on it.
The two biggest stresses for me are that when I do put her in her crate she cries. Loudly. My neighbors must hate me. (I asked my landlord and he said that dude bro next door has not paid the rent so, “Fuck him!” Works for me.) Also, she puts every damn thing in her mouth. I’m working on cleaning up my apartment, but that’s 5 years of clutter that needs to be handled. She basically cannot go in my bedroom which is where my computer is. Thus the reason that I am rarely online. This has to change since I have picked up some freelance work to pay some of my damn bills.
Enough with the words, how about some puppy pics?
As touched on in my previous post, I’ve decided to get buff. Do some weight lifting. Now, the reason for this might be disguised as “getting faster”, but the truth of the matter is that I’m just vain. I know that lifting weights along with running will give me the body I want.
I know that many runners claim to do it for their health. I absolutely do too. I enjoy running and working out in general. However, I’m not stupid. I know that the reason I have NEVER had a weight problem is because I run and am active. Yes, there’s a bit of genetics involved. I’ve been underweight much of my life.
With that said, it’s embarrassing for me to admit my weight and body fat percentage. This is the largest I’ve EVER been in my life and it’s depressing. Here’s the hard truth:
Body Fat: 33.6%
How did I get here? It’s been a combination of just sitting on my ass (helped by my surgery and depression), drinking WAY too much alcohol, and not paying attention to my diet. One cannot wash down a bag of chips with a bottle of red wine and call it a night.
I know this. It’s not new information for me. It just didn’t become apparent until I had to go to the store and buy bigger pants. I don’t like wearing bigger pants. They suck.
My “normal” weight is around 118 – 122. That’s my “I’m eating normal and running around 15 mpw weight”. I’m fine with getting there. My lean “I’ve worked for this” weight is around 112 – 114. This is the weight in which I run around the neighborhood in a bikini. Why? Because I look hot. Period.
For now, my goal is to get around 120. I’m fit around there. Then we’ll see how much work it is to get me fit as fuck. Why? Because I have every intention of being HOT at 40. Might as well start now.
I’ve started lifting weights. Did I mention that I hate lifting weights? Because I do. It’s so fucking boring. But, I’m heading to the gym and hanging out in the free weight room with all the muscle heads. I grunt and stuff to fit in. I’ve created a plan based off this: http://www.simplyshredded.com/the-ultimate-female-training-guide.html
I lift 4 days and run 3-4 for now. I would have liked to try Live Fit Trainer, but no cardio for a month? I don’t think so.
Phase I started yesterday with arms. I’ll let you know how it goes since it’s been well over a decade since I really did any sort of weight training.
TLDR Version – My dog is an asshole, I’m a vain fatass, and I’m heading to the gym. The. End.