I cannot lie. When it comes to fitness, I do not take my own advice. It’s no surprise that after I wrote the “injured” post on Friday, I went out and ran like I never had legs before.
Mind you, running has not affected this chest injury, but I suppose it didn’t help that I carried my iPhone on my injured side.
Of course, all of this running was negated the very next day as I delay carbo-loaded. Every meal Saturday included bread, cheese, and some kind of chocolate of course. (My food baby looked like I had consumed an entire country.)
Sunday came the time to pop that food baby. Despite the fact that I felt as close to pregnant as I’ll ever feel, I dragged my ass to the 10 AM cardio pump class.
Below are the circuits of my instructor as best I could remember. I totally beasted this lower body workout. (Sometimes adrenaline and stubbornness is recipe for a killer training sesh!)
Let’s just say today I literally almost did fall out of bed from this workout. Legs feel like jello is an understatement. Take that, food baby!
What do you do when you overeat? Ever had a “food baby”?
Peace, love, and pushing through adversity!