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.