First semi-okay lifting session today in a long time. Today’s workout consisted of snatches from blocks, power clean and jerks, front squats, and OHP, with nary a coach in sight. I’ve been lifting, but every gym session has just been incredibly shitty. I blame the holidays, personal drama, a shitty college student diet, not working hard enough, and this fucking weight cut. I don’t know, you guys, I was a lot happier with what I was doing before and I was dropping bodyfat at about the same rate as I am now, and I enjoy eating 2000+ calories (a rough estimate) a day much more than I enjoy eating ~1500 calories a day. Especially when I’m getting the exact same results.
New plan: stop counting (it’s making my old eating issues kinda start to nag at me, so back to just eating whenever the fuck I’m hungry it is), more veggies, less carbs, more sprinting, more heavy fucking work. If it ain’t broke, etc. Getting my lifts up is more important than hitting that weight class (and really, it doesn’t matter so much for February, it’s just me being silly and vain).
(Also, friends and family who read my fitness blag: I ACCEPT DONATIONS FOR THE KETTLEBELL FUND IN LIEU OF CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. HINT HINT. — No, but seriously, I’m really poor right now and it’s fucking hard to lift when all you can afford to eat is peanut butter, eggs and tuna.)
I took some videos yesterday (which was such a shitty day I just walked out of the gym ~40 minutes early and gave up), but they’re atrocious so I’m not posting them. Maybe next week, when I’m back in my groove.
This meandering, completely uninsightful post summarized: I’m frustrated with myself, I want to make progress, and I hate prioritizing. I have a rant floating around in my head that’s far more cogent, but I’ll save it for a later day when I’m not in my post-lifting haze of how do I even words
