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necrophilia) wrote2025-01-23 11:42 am
necrophilia) wrote2025-01-23 11:42 am
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protein for days.
I've been going to the gym roughly three times a week for the past seven or so weeks. After a few false starts trying to return, post-taking time off for health issues, I didn't want to jinx myself by announcing it and immediately falling off again.
It's been really nice! I'm now at the point where the idea of not going is, like, an instant day ruiner. Like, how dare you take away my ability to put my body through the ringer? 2025 will be the year I complete my transformation to Muscle Mommy¹.
I finally took the step of recording my workouts in a strength-building app rather than using a gmail draft. It's a small change, but I really like the QoL upgrade as a result; I get to see my PRs, record my workouts, double check my form, and see how much weight I've moved per workout.
Here's some records, because they make me happy!
Since switching to the app, I've hit approximately 91.4 thousand pounds in weight training (this includes anything where weights are a component, not just the bench).
Leg press → 175 lbs
Hip abduction → 150 lbs
Hip adduction → 75 lbs
Lat pulldown → 70 lbs (this is a special victory because my neck issues made upper body exercises really difficult for a while!)
Barbell squat — 60 lbs
Glute bridge → 35 lbs
Progressive overload means those numbers will only climb!
I've also been working on building up my stamina on the treadmill/stairmaster. I am slowly coming around on running; I thought it was boring and terrible for ages, but now it's starting to grow on me? Maybe. I can now do a warmup sprint at 4.3 miles per hour for over five minutes without needing to stop. The only thing that's really missing is my reluctance to get back under the bar. My fear around going to failure and getting stuck underneath it-slash-potentially injuring myself hasn't left me. I could be a Big Girl Jes and ask someone for a spot, but the only pre-set benches are in the middle of Gym Bro territory. (Which is entirely nonsense on my part, because in my experience, Canadian Gym Bros are the sweetest guys. Even to me, a card-carrying uggo! But it's still an anxiety I've yet to confront.)
I've also begun to miss climbing, but the membership is pretty expensive. I did make going once a month part of my NY goals, maybe I should get off my butt and schedule a drop-in session. It's only $30 for two hours! .... hahahah sob.
My work is also doing a four month long walking (really, step counting) team competition starting Monday. I signed up for it, and for the 10km run/walk marathon that will finish it off. It will give me an extra excuse to walk even more. (I used to go every evening, but have been falling asleep pretty consistently around 7PM in the evenings since school started back up and not waking up until 10/11 PM. This wasn't an issue—I'd just go for a half hour walk around the neighbourhood—until my housemate's car was broken into and robbed pretty aggressively the other week.)
I also bought some cute new gym clothes. Sometimes I get to act like a girl! It helped more than I thought it might with my initial motivation.
¹ Using that term made me want to shrivel up a little inside.
It's been really nice! I'm now at the point where the idea of not going is, like, an instant day ruiner. Like, how dare you take away my ability to put my body through the ringer? 2025 will be the year I complete my transformation to Muscle Mommy¹.
I finally took the step of recording my workouts in a strength-building app rather than using a gmail draft. It's a small change, but I really like the QoL upgrade as a result; I get to see my PRs, record my workouts, double check my form, and see how much weight I've moved per workout.
Here's some records, because they make me happy!
Since switching to the app, I've hit approximately 91.4 thousand pounds in weight training (this includes anything where weights are a component, not just the bench).
Leg press → 175 lbs
Hip abduction → 150 lbs
Hip adduction → 75 lbs
Lat pulldown → 70 lbs (this is a special victory because my neck issues made upper body exercises really difficult for a while!)
Barbell squat — 60 lbs
Glute bridge → 35 lbs
Progressive overload means those numbers will only climb!
I've also been working on building up my stamina on the treadmill/stairmaster. I am slowly coming around on running; I thought it was boring and terrible for ages, but now it's starting to grow on me? Maybe. I can now do a warmup sprint at 4.3 miles per hour for over five minutes without needing to stop. The only thing that's really missing is my reluctance to get back under the bar. My fear around going to failure and getting stuck underneath it-slash-potentially injuring myself hasn't left me. I could be a Big Girl Jes and ask someone for a spot, but the only pre-set benches are in the middle of Gym Bro territory. (Which is entirely nonsense on my part, because in my experience, Canadian Gym Bros are the sweetest guys. Even to me, a card-carrying uggo! But it's still an anxiety I've yet to confront.)
I've also begun to miss climbing, but the membership is pretty expensive. I did make going once a month part of my NY goals, maybe I should get off my butt and schedule a drop-in session. It's only $30 for two hours! .... hahahah sob.
My work is also doing a four month long walking (really, step counting) team competition starting Monday. I signed up for it, and for the 10km run/walk marathon that will finish it off. It will give me an extra excuse to walk even more. (I used to go every evening, but have been falling asleep pretty consistently around 7PM in the evenings since school started back up and not waking up until 10/11 PM. This wasn't an issue—I'd just go for a half hour walk around the neighbourhood—until my housemate's car was broken into and robbed pretty aggressively the other week.)
I also bought some cute new gym clothes. Sometimes I get to act like a girl! It helped more than I thought it might with my initial motivation.
¹ Using that term made me want to shrivel up a little inside.
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