My gluttonous angel and noodley arms

Happy Tuesday, friends! I must say, in the grand scheme of Mondays, yesterday was pretty rockin'. As I told you yesterday, I did my p90x workout in the morning. It was a bunch of pull up exercises and even more push-up exercises. Yesterday was also my workout with my lovely trainer.

On my way to the gym, like always, I cranked up the music and pumped myself up for the next hour. I was also thinking ahead to dinner. My sister mentioned Taco Bell in an email earlier yesterday and I wanted it. Bad. The power of suggestion is so, well... powerful. Anywho, I was craving The Bell but at the same time, trying to get in the zone for my workout. This is a constant battle for me daily. My stomach and my brain totally battle it out, especially lately as I've been focusing on portion control.

At this very  moment, I pulled to a stop at a traffic light. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a woman in her car shoving handfuls of french fries into her mouth. She washed it all down with a super sized drink before she'd scoop another handful of fries into her mouth. You guys, she looked RIGHT AT ME while she was eating. It was like she knew I was struggling. Not only did I know that I shouldn't eat like that, just watching it sort of grossed me out. So, with renewed clarity, I turned the corner and continued to the gym.

Going into my workout with my trainer, I was feelin' goood. I had motivation and a week's worth of good food choices and awesome workouts behind me. Nevertheless, I am always a little nervous to go there, because I'm terrified she'll work me too hard and I'll spend the next two days struggling to walk, let alone have productive workouts. Yesterday, she assured me that the workout wouldn't be "too bad."

As always, it was time to hop on the scale and meet my fate weigh in for the week. After last week, I wanted nothing to do with that devil scale, but I worked really hard last week and ate like a champ. So I was actually feeling a few shreds of confidence. Slipping off my shoes I stepped on the scale and...

I lost the 4 pounds that I had gained last week! Hoorah!

This means that I'm back to where I was two weeks ago with weight. BUT. My BMI and fat are both down. Bam. Scales don't know nothin'.

What was the workout? I know you're dying to know. We started off with a few leg exercises on machines,

{side note: did you know that if you position your feet in a plie position on the leg press machine and work out that way, it works your inner thighs? That's a trouble spot for me, so I was excited about that.}

and then we did a few exercises on arm machines. Then we went to The Island (bum bum bummmm).
a little back story... My gym has two floors. The top floor has an indoor track and inside of that is The Island (bum bum bummmm). The Island has a rail around it and a gate that tells members that it is strictly for trainers and their clients. If you missed it in the description, it's in the middle of the track. So basically, you're sweating and being totally repulsive and jiggly for all the world to see.

This is where we did the next few excerises. We began with bench push-ups.

Push-ups, y'all. Push-ups. Sure, I felt great after this morning, but after a few of the arms exercises we did prior to this, I was feeling a little shaky. She had me put my hand on a bench, my feet on the floor, and plank. Do a push-up and put one arm out in front of me. Then another push-up and put the other arm out in front of me. That's one.

I had 3 sets of 10 of those beasts.

Finally, ab exercises. These were sit ups with an 8 pound medicine ball on my chest. I sat up, tossed the ball at her, did another sit up and that was one. I had 3 sets of 10 of those.

The last ab exercise that I had to do between sets of the first ab exercise, was leg lifts. Laying flat, I lifted my legs straight up and down... 10 times. three sets of those.

Kids, I am sore today. All over achey and I'm exhausted. Any motivation is welcome!!

Lastly, {and I'm sorry this entry is so lengthy...what can I say, I guess I like the sound of my own... typing) I went to the fella's first softball game last night; he plays for our church league. I met a girl there whose husband was on the team also. We were chatting about blogs and so many other things and one was gluttony! A friend of mine even posted this article on Facebook recently called "The Socially Acceptable Sin." A good read. You guys, this has been in my head for awhile and this girl said the same things I was thinking about it! It's amazing what you see what you open your eyes, isn't it?