I had a fat day yesterday.
What a freaking concept, right? Guys don’t have fat days. Brock freaking HATES it when I start talking about something like this.
No, I’m not actually fatter this day. No, I probably haven’t actually put on any weight. But I FEEL wrong. Something physically feels different. My jeans are tighter, my body interacts differently, things that normally feel a certain way all of a sudden don’t. I don’t know if there is a real, physiological reason for it. Maybe I was dehydrated, and a little swollen? Maybe it’s hormonal? Perhaps it has to do with something I ate… or didn’t eat?
Whatever the reason, it creates frustration. I am so frustrated right now with the frequency of activity, and how long and hard Brock and I have been working out – only to see no difference at all. I push myself really hard, I try to max out on weights. Brock spots me, so I know that when I go to exhaustion, I still get the last good push. We’ve been trying to pick up the cardio, and stay active even on the weekends with soccer. I don’t see a change in my body, and that kills my motivation.
To be completely honest, I am not terribly concerned with most things. I like my arms, I am ok with my stomach, I’m not worried about my ‘bottom’… but I want nice legs. No, scratch that, I want killer legs. I see a girl with great legs, and I go green to my eyeballs with envy. How do I get that? Is there a secret to it? An hour of cardio every day, maybe… or just the stair-stepper? Do you get great legs by eating lemons? Should I only be doing lunges? To all girls with great legs: What is the secret?!
Brock likes my legs, and thinks that should be good enough. I can’t figure out why it’s not good enough.