9-2-12

Sunday, workout day, double duty. Took an hour of zumba (badly, i felt like ass) 20 min treadmill, and my normal weight training. well, i say training, i don't know what it is except 'moving hunks of metal because it hurts.'

Zumba was in a studio i hadnt been in before, and it was smaller, not too bad, but it was hot as fuck. this is eastern NC, it gets swampy this time of year, and it was stuffy in hte studio. we had a giant fan, and it didn't help too much. Oh well, got an hour of cardio in either way. My friend taught, so it was worth it.

We went to teh gym afterwards, where she taught anotehr hour and i played in the weight room. this is my normal routine with the weights:

Bench press - 3 sets of 10 reps
Currently lifting 135lbs

leg press - 3 sets of 10 reps
currently lifting 280lbs

hammer curl - 3 sets of 10 reps (per arm)
currently lifting 30lbs

back press (i think- some machine thing, i lift by leaning back) 3 sets of 10 reps
currently lifting 95lbs

ab exercise (sometimes straight sit ups, sometimes the hanging lift-your-legs move) 3 sets of 8 reps

Lat pulls* - 3 sets of 10 reps
currently lifting: 110lbs

Assisted Chin ups* - 3 sets of 5
Assisted by 170lbs

*sometimes do these interchangeably, and all of this is after 20 min jog/walk on the treadmill

did alright today, for the first set of benches, i slapped 10 extra pounds on, and didn't almost kill myself.

i forgot to weigh myself and take a picture of the sauce from yesterday. i'll try to remember.

dinner was chicken marinara, couscous and mashed taters. pretty damn good. also chocolate cake. I did not cook, that was all my friends. although it makes me wanna try making couscous for my own. maybe some garlic, some basil, chickpeas, somethin like that.