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Workout 2B2 - 2x10
Wide Grip Deadlift from Box - 85, 85
Bulgarian Split Squat - 5lb dumbbells, 5s (up from BW)
Underhand Lat Pulldown - 90, 95
Reverse Lunge from Box with Forward Reach - 10s, 8s (whew)
DB Prone Cuban Snatch - 8s, 8s
Swiss Ball Crunch - 10lbs, 10lbs
Reverse Crunch (legs straighter) - BW, BW
Lateral Flexion (version 1) - BW, BW (uh?)
Prone Cobra - 60 sec., 60 sec.

So THAT'S what "pukey" feels like. I finally got there. Ha! An accomplishment?

To be honest, the deads make me nervous. I've been doing them stiff-legged all this time, so the "normal" way is sort of awkward. I hope I don't hurt myself. I practiced and warmed up with the Oly bar alone before adding weight.

The Bulgarian Split Squats and Reverse Lunges were killer. I find sometimes I have to rest in the middle of a set, my heart is pounding so fast. And there are times I take a little longer between exercises, too. Shh, don't tell!

I'm feeling very strong. I did the Underhand Lat Pulldowns with 95lbs, and the next guy on the machine was only doing 85. Look at that widdle girl lift like a big, bad man...

I'm considering switching to Fat Loss after Stage 3. But I'm afraid I'll miss doing "the program" with such a great group of women. I mean, I know we're all doing our own thing, but there are so many great women doing NROL4W, it's kind of fun to be a part of a big group. But on the other hand, it's like, why care? This is your life, Lana, and you can only be responsible for what you do. So if you want to lose fat, switch and be done with it! Why wait?

I'm going to finish this stage though, or I'll feel like I just quit on it. So I have at least another week to think about it.

My boyfriend was ribbing me about dumping all the soda yesterday. He came over after work looking for a big glass of Dr. Pepper. I told him I poured it down the sink, with the rest of them. He was like, "I thought you said you were going to keep it around for me!" And I was like, "I thought you said you didn't need another two-liter of soda around!" So he gave me a good, hard time about it and then hugged me and said, "No, it's cute." He compared me to a movie alcoholic though, triumphantly pouring the alcohol down the sink after some trials and tribulations. Fair enough - I don't want that crap in the house! He can drink that stuff at his own place. Sometimes I even leave junk food over there so it won't be around me...

Whew.

Workout B is kicking my butt.