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Workout 2A2 - 2x10 (from Friday)
Front Squat/Push Press - 45, 55 (x maybe 15 reps*)
Step Up - 15s, 15s
Dumbbell 1-point Row - 17.5s, 17.5s
Static Lunge, RFE - 20s, 20s (maybe too heavy)
Push Up - BW, BW
Plank - 30/30, 28 (just could not find the motivation to do another 30s)
Cable Horizontal Woodchop - 30, 30

So, despite my frustration and grumbling on Friday, I found that once work was out, I really wanted to hit the weight room. I went, and it was odd. There were all different people than in the morning - not just literally different people, but the nature of the people was different.

For instance, some jokers were doing BENCH PRESSES in my squat rack (yes, MY squat rack, haha) - two young guys, and one was SPOTTING the other. I was like, Why do you need a rack, then? This despite there being three, count em, THREE bench press stations, plus the Smith machine. When they left, they totally neglected to put their plates away or put the bench back in place. I had been trying to do the Front Squat/Push Press with the E-Z Curl bars (yeah, right! Try getting those up on your shoulders without assistance), but once they were gone, I went over to the rack. And I was PISSED. I think everyone in the gym could tell - I was throwing plates around and dropping things very ungracefully and huffing around in a steam...But I'll tell you what, all those guys knew not to mess with me on Friday.

There were other guys in the gym that just drove me nuts. Mr. Unibrow, who spent most of his time preening in front of the mirror before using weights that he couldn't handle, and making sex noises while he tried to finish his sets. Gross. He called me MA'AM. As in, "Ma'am, are you using this bench?" (I'm doing lunges off to the side.) I was like, "No, but I think HE is," (pointing to huge, beefy guy). Mr. Unibrow puts his headphones back on. I turn to beefy guy and go, "Do I look like a ma'am? Fer real?" He was slightly amused.

I definitely went into that weight room like I owned the place. I think my anger and frustration just fueled me on. There was some other guy there who was text messaging between wimpy sets of leg presses. I wanted to smack him.

Aww, where does this hostility come from? Why can't you play nice, little girl?

I think I've found enough reasons to keep dragging my ass out of bed at 5 a.m. It's not always easy, but the people in the weight room at 6 a.m. are dedicated, friendly, and knowledgeable.

Last night I had a bunch a friends over for a "White Trash Dinner Party." Everyone brought a junky food - I made ham in Coca-Cola, red beans and rice, fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Friends brought mac and cheese with hot dogs, tater tots, Twinkies, pigs in a blanket...pretty much everything that's disgusting and bad for you. My kidneys hurt by the end of the night. On the upside, my apartment is cleaner than it's been in a long time. There are still several half-empty two liters lying around that I'm going to dump down the sink before I take them to the store for the deposit. (Laundry money!)

I used to feel bad about throwing food away. But when you're focused on eating healthy 90% of the time, dumping things down the sink becomes an easy way to get rid of those things you don't want lying around during the week. And when you buy mostly fresh food, well, sometimes they go bad before you can use them. Especially strawberries in March...

I still have some ham left over. I'm not a huge ham eater, but this was really good. I'll probably freeze it and use it in a soup later. Black bean and ham? Split pea?

As far as my frustration goes, my body fat % didn't go up last week, which probably means I was holding water in my recovering muscles. It didn't go down either, so I'm definitely taking the calories up this week to maintenance. At least for a week. I'd really like to see improvement in fat loss before the summer (tank top season). I read somewhere a good quote about bringing calories back up, and it talked about how, by increasing calories, you're not speeding up your fat loss, but you're facilitating fat loss by stoking the fire. I thought that was really smart.

So this week, I'm going to facilitate my fat loss.

Time to dump all that pop down the drain.