Exorcising Demons With ID! Days 201 to 250
Day 201
A perfect day just to dilly dally around and do the little things that keep me mobile and flexy.
Day 202
Not since I began splits training along with weights have I had more breaks from doing anything else. It’s fantastic, but to compensate, I have a child’s room to clean because he likes to see his room a mess because “it looks like a city.”
Day 203
I love weightlifting. I am not fanatical about it, but I don’t hate doing it as much as I hate not doing anything. The setup I created with these customized strong lifts is that I use the same weight for a full-body workout. Even though I can lift or pull more in different areas, my fluid movement and access to weights are limited. I make due and still see results, although they need improving.
All was done with ease and grace, and on to tomorrow with all the jumping, bending, and sweating that I love to get on with.
Day 204
Sunday fun-day! And I’m getting my full-body workout on, performing farmer’s carry for the first time. I liked it, but my hallways are so narrow to properly do anything without being extra cautious not to drop weight or shift it to not bump into anything. I am used to this; it infuriates me to keep going and not stop for anything that gets in my way.
The rest from the iron is in order, and I will miss it when it’s gone.
Day 205
Rest day! Advanced splits are halfway complete! Only to begin it all over again when the 30 days are through. I am seeing significant progress in that department, but there is always much room for improvement.
Planks and squats are still in their infant stages and are going very well. Core work is what I have been lacking for a long time, and I’ve always thought my legs were made of steel already until I saw what real legs look like. And all I want is for them to be mine.
Day 206
Today was chest day, and there’s nothing more satisfying than feeling those muscles grow. I can focus on what needs more work and do it safely. In the beginning, I think my overall goal was to do a pull-up or a handstand, and I know I still can’t do either of those, lol.
I have the most fun of my life fucking trying.
Day 207
Back to back work!
As much as I have been avoiding it, I need to pack on the weight and push it all to the fucking limit. All in due time. I can’t hurt myself now or ever do what I like doing.
Day 208
First rest day. I like to keep busy with all the other routines that I have going on. It makes me feel like I’m not being lazy, but it is always important to rest. That I make sure I do, in substantial portions.
Day 209
Last rest day until Monday, when I have absolutely no routines to do! That is a first-ever in a very long time since I’ve taken on additional daily exercises. I don’t know what the hell I’m going t do with myself.
Day 210
Upper body work was done today to begin what I have been avoiding all along, a stronger and more defined midsection. I don’t hate that I have a FUPA, and I earned it by carrying two healthy babies and knocking back beers like a fucking champ. But now it needs to go the fuck away and allow me to shave my labia without lifting my slouch pouch.
The movements were not new but heavier than before, which will be the trend from now on.
Day 211
Ab workouts are the best workouts when you’re fucking fat.
I kept this workout as simple as can be and left it all on the floor—another win for upping my weight to a big 36-pounds for my adjustable kettlebell for standing side bends.
Tomorrow is my big break for all of my exercises!
Day 212
Rest! I got some of it; aside from walking 2.5 miles, the rest from everything else was exactly what I needed to restart.
Day 213
Back on the quad-workout rotation again!
I’m winding down a few of my everyday routines and left to consider if restarting or finding a better alternative is best for me. With four more days for the splits, ten days for beginner planks, sixteen percent (or three weeks) into my one-hundred-day squats challenge, and my regular weightlifting schedule, I realize it is a lot.
My regular walking schedule is returning soon, so I know I can eliminate or push back a few of those later in the day. I know I will have more time for myself in the coming weeks, so for now, I have to focus on the time I have to do those hard-as-hell things that keep me tight and right.
Day 214
Today, I was focusing on a full-body workout to make you cry from this onion ass. Performing two types of split squats was exhilarating since it was my first time doing them with weights. I like turning the focus onto my biggest asset because it always needed the most work.
I had to push hard today, and I did!
Day 215
Since the school year begins very soon, my sleep pattern needs to be adjusted to wake up at an ungodly hour once again to feel like I have a purpose on this shitty rock. Alarms have been set for 5 am to only be ignored by my sleeping deaf ass.
The splits are very close to being completed within the advanced stage, and I have decided that I need a more comprehensive training program that doesn’t take as much time. On the days I have weights, it feels like I’m setting aside a solid two hours for movements that I hold for long periods. When ideally, I would want to do it all before I set foot outside and walk my kids to school, ending my exercising with a long walk back home.
It’s all coming together.
Day 216
A fully rested day where I settled down and got more than I expected done. Those days are the best because it gives me a moment to reevaluate all the little things that cause me the most grief in my weight loss journey. I haven’t been prepping meals as often as I used to, mainly because of flavor exhaustion and the unwillingness to cook. Once the boys are back in school, I’ll get the ball rolling on that again.
Day 217
I set fire to these arms today with an arm routine that I haven’t done in a long time. Although they have gone down, they still need more work. Performing planks daily have helped, but it’s only part of the process.
Day 218
My neck! My back! Those were the special guests for today’s weightlifting routine that introduced pistol squats into the chat. It was initially part of my squats routine, but I cannot perform an actual pistol squat yet, so a variation on a box (or chair) was done today and was not easy. A process I did enjoy but certainly needed more work on.
As mentioned, I will begin a newer and shorter routine that helps me stretch my hamstring to perform the splits better soon. Just like the past ninety days I’ve just completed with the guided training, I have moved on to a more advanced progression that cuts it right to the important stuff without the added twenty minutes of warming up.
That fun begins tomorrow!
Day 219
On this oppressively hot day, I began my hyperbolic strengthening routine that was as great a workout as it was short.
I will be back on the weights again tomorrow!
Day 220
Getting back to waking up early before the kids have become a little easier now, and determining what I could do before we all take the long walk to school is becoming more evident. I don’t want to overwhelm myself by feeling that I need to do it all before a particular time of the day.
Today I worked on my glutes with weights, which wasn’t terrible.
Day 221
The break from the humidity made today’s newly revamped 5×5 weights much more bearable. Shifting my reps to eight, for now, each set of four, rather than twelve to a standard set of three, has put me in a much better place in terms of maintaining a balance.
The workout felt great, considering I curled 57-pounds on the barbell for the first time, and the entire activity was the same weight. Squats, bench presses, deadlifts, and calf raises can be done much heavier. With access to two barbells, the plate changing is a pain in the ass. This would be a much smoother process with various weights accessible in a typical gym. I work with what I have, and I am a lazy fuck sometimes.
Tomorrow is rest from the iron and another adjustment to my overall routine.
Day 222
After completing twenty-eight days of planks, I am of the mind that they are torture on my wrists and elbows, so to that, I say no fucking more. Taking its place is a toss-up between doing ab exercises or chair yoga. Both will add to my overall weight loss and maintain my daily activities that aren’t crying and masturbating.
Day 223
I like this new pace that I am at with all the routines I’ve set myself into. I’ve eliminated doing planks because they were insane, and I felt it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my core training. I’ve adopted a program that focuses on the core while doing mild cardio to get me sweating all the same.
Day 224
I have adopted Saturdays as the beginning of my workout week concerning weights, and along with my new focus on abs, I still have four goddamn routines to put in me in fitness check. I thought that to be the best in my life being fit; I always had to do HIIT or circuit training bullshit. Jumping over boxes and doing 200 pushups with my children stacked on my back.
What the fuck am I training for?
I want to go up a flight of stairs without wishing I was dead.
Either way, today’s workout was good and heavy, increasing my sit-up dumbbell set with 20 pounds and not with lightweight 17 pounds.
It’s just going to go up from here.
Day 225
Hurray! Labor Day weekend, where I am conditioned to stay the entire weekend indoors because of my childhood in Brooklyn, where I lived dead center of the West Indian parade’s main festivities. It was three days of music and various other sounds into the night. And traveling was optional. Now that I live in a different place, my activity is the same. With no one inviting me to hang out, I am left to stay home with my kids…AND LIFT!
I will make this a heavy one on the eve of my rest day!
Day 226
Nothing beats a humid day to stay inside and rest. Too bad I didn’t do that at all. I took the long walk I will be doing in a few days as school begins very soon. I virtually march as if I’m storming into enemy territory, so the timing was based on my energy in the morning, which is very high. My kids won’t like it too much since they’re not used to this even longer walk we’ll be taking from now on.
Today’s moving, and grooving was stretching, squats, and the sweat-inducing walk to my 2 – 3 hours of quiet in the house again.
Day 227
Last night was the first time I used my Bluetooth sleeping eye mask to whisper sweet affirmations as I struggled to sleep and eventually drifted away from listening exhaustion. I aim to be consistent and not miss my 5 am alarm every morning. So far, I have been better at this since beginning it two weeks before the first day of school. I haven’t decided what kind of early morning routine I should do before leaving, but I’m sure I’ll settle on something that benefits me.
Today’s gains ride is only a break from squats and a return of the 61.5-pound barbell from hell!
Day 228
Nothing more is to be done in preparation for tomorrow’s first day of school, and all the kids have to do is get up and get ready for the day. I tackled tasks that involved cleaning out cabinets and the pantry that needed to be fixed up. More of the same will be done when the house is empty and free from persons to dig through what I have discarded as their second treasure.
Work out the chest area on the final lifting day of the week with generous push-ups and little weightlifting. Still going heavy with the barbell, I began using 20-pounds for most chest and arm exercises. I’m moving up!
Day 229
Getting back into the habit of timed walking kicked my ass today.
I’ve always thought the problem was my shoe selection when I walk miles in them without any issue on any given day. It could still be the problem, but I think it’s the first conditioning phase. The only loaded weight I’ve put on my feet and ankles were static movements either in my home or walking to the park across the street from my house. The level of exhaustion doesn’t compare to moments in my past life where I’ve pushed my body to extremes that I can’t recall.
It’s all an illusion.
Day 230
The last rest day includes a 3-mile walk to go grocery shopping. My hoves are building up the proper thickness of calluses that should put me straight in the coming weeks.
Nothing gets past this kinetic ball of energy by putting the left foot first and the right foot next.
Day 231
Quad workouts begin on the weekend and end with me wanting to do more than I limit myself to.
I’ve scrapped doing planks and replaced them with a vanilla routine of beginner-level ab workouts. I was never a fan of HIIT or CrossFit, and I’m still not. Those types have caffeine in their blood and smelly asses from all the shits they take in a day. I work enough to maintain my desired shape and not get a hernia from lifting within my means.
All of this began with some origin, the internal narrative of “I need to do this for myself.” Now I must add, “I need to do this for myself and for no one else to have the advantage of enjoying on an intimate level.” There are too many body-oriented minds and no person-oriented minds to make my journey a fraction more enjoyable.
I am forging contentment out of solitude.
Day 232
Today I worked on my whole body, giving me the chance to slow things down once again because of my dumbass knees. The issues are arising due to my significant spike in activity, where I walk a lot more, and I welcome this because I know how to resolve it.
Day 233
Rest days are an illusion, and I have come to accept that no such thing will ever happen. Getting around is limited to taking public transportation and getting a ride in a death trap to purchase groceries. When I have a day of rest, that is the day when I must shop for groceries and fulfill the tasks of a homemaker through and through.
I can never get a break.
Day 234
After hoping my home wouldn’t flood due to the heavy forecasted rain, I got my jiggly ass up and did my scheduled rounds of stretching and squats, with a break from abs but not weights. Today’s routine is V-Taper, one I haven’t done in some time. I have worked out my shoulders so much that there is little harm in working them out even more. But with today’s set of Arnold presses, deadlifts, rows, and lateral raises, it’ll be all worth it by the end of this long humid day.
Day 235
Another whirlwind day of preparing to walk 5 miles to get shit done. I love it, but my feet do not. To end this heavy week, I did a moderately challenging workout on my abs that didn’t leave me in a stupor. The level of procrastination that goes on in the early AM hours is laughable because all it takes is a liter of water and the need to poo to get my ass in gear to secrete my pain.
Halfway there.
Day 236
Today is the eve of a night out in the city to catch some grub and a movie, so the usual is done in the morning and mild rest in the afternoon and evening.
I made mashed potatoes with prepped beef stew and automatically got the fucking itus. It was a great time to wind down. I’ve been noticing that I force myself to find things to do, and there are lots to do, but it can all wait when I need the rest. And it’s about damn time I take it.
Day 237
On the chilliest day, I’ve got only two routines, stretching and abs, to prepare me for a long day commuting to and about the city. I picked a good time to stop taking meth.
Tomorrow is back on the quad bullshit.
Day 238
Whelp, today didn’t go as planned.
After last night’s fun of walking an extraordinary 30,000+ steps in this lovely city I call home, I did everything but weights today. Oddly, I made that choice since my feet were the only things hurting me.
I did my stretching and squats but had a break from all the crunches and planks. Tomorrow I’ll probably skip the weights too, and my body is telling me something: get all the rest I can get this weekend.
Day 239
Well, that unicorn piss fucking did me in.
Holy shit! THC-infused drinks are no joke. After waking up at 11 am this morning, I only wanted to drink all the liquids I could get my hands on, and the first thing was a hot cup of strong black coffee with creatine. Then 2 liters of room temperature water for me to feel normal again.
None of that stopped me from the only two exercises I had to do. I still sweat up a storm and remain insanely hydrated, even without weights for another day. Tomorrow is my posthumous day of rest, and I will take it as the illusion it is.
Day 240
The weekend did not weaken me!
I had a great rest this weekend that was very well deserved. I woke up at the ass crack of five and did my thing. Well, some of my thing before the kids got up, and it all got done before breakfast and tea.
I began week 7 of my 100-day ultimate squat challenge and got an offer to sit on someone’s face. Things are looking up!
Day 241
I admit I tend to write these little notes of accountability a few days after they’ve happened when I forget to write them the day of. My days aren’t crazy and so busy that I can’t sit to write what I did to make me want to write it down. None of this is boring to me because I get to hear my dumb voice read whatever I type in my head.
For some reason that I have forgotten, I suddenly stopped doing weights. It may have been that I didn’t have enough time in the day or was tired. A break is what I do need in any case, or fewer days pumping iron. All the body weight stuff goes on and on and on.
Day 242
Today was somewhat of a rest day.
I only had stretched, and the rest of the day laid its humid ass head on my shoulder while I set up my new phone. I forget the dumb things are a huge time waster.
Day 243
Mornings can be tricky and even more challenging when you see a centipede, and as you glance away for one second to get the spray to kill it, it disappears! So that fucked up my early morning floor time based on this occurrence. I don’t like being in a child pose and having the fucking thing crawl up my arm.
I waited until I got back home and had breakfast instead. The time spent later in the morning felt good after my walk. Even though it is my designated rest day from weights, I might change the days to fit into my now busier schedule, and I’m not worried about it.
Day 244
No fucking centipedes in sight this morning!
I was able to finish my routine before 6:30 am without a problem. Fall began. I don’t know the fuck when but the barometer has dropped and made that feeling in the back of my throat come again, that isn’t cum again.
After the new phone transfer, I was so in awe of this new technology in my hands that I did not back up any of my ab or weights exercises. This has given me a fresh slate, and I am starting it all anew. This is a marvelous occurrence. Nearly at the halfway point of my 100-day squat challenge, I can feel some results of my legs getting harder and slimming down to good wing flats; you’ll want to suck the meat off the bone.
Day 245
After the premature evacuation of my phone data, I took this glorious opportunity to change my weightlifting routine. I thought I was about to experience some burnout, but it was all about time and how I hadn’t figured out to allow it to that task.
I’m still in the process of adjusting this all out.
Day 246
Waking up late on the weekends is a fantastic feeling. Too bad it fucks me up royally beyond my control.
My ingestion of nearly 2 liters of water upon waking is easier to do than it sounds because it’s used as a flushing tool. The too many damn scoops of instant coffee combined with creatine is the accelerant to wake up my body and mind, followed by a green tea chaser. I’ve forgotten to eat throughout this and wait until 1:30 in the afternoon to let any food pass my lips to break my fast.
I am madness with too much weed in my system for you to control me.
Day 247
With a few breaks from that and this, I made the time to wash large decor outside of my home for its once-a-year cleansing. The weather has begun that light scratching in the back of my throat and the collection of mucus that would be a better fit to lubricate other orifices.
Day 248
An additional day of stagnancy is what is for today. I have been preoccupied with demanding that I complete what is the most important above all else and not engage in other activities I have done in the past. Idling for the past three months, swimming in and out of the shores of depression and anxiety, I am not done learning all that I can to be a better being.
Goal setting will recommence shortly.
Day 249
It’s so refreshing to awaken to a perfect fall day. Where the air is crisp but not biting to start the day off right. I completed my workout before my morning started and felt so good.
My slow introduction to weights has me weighing my decision to step up my workout gains. I have been doing okay thus far but have slacked on my meal preparation due to overstimulation of textures and having the same thing too many times.
Sometimes a day isn’t just a hump.
Day 250
Two-Hundred and Fifty FUCKING DAYS!
This is a big deal for me, and it has been life-changing and significantly improved my overall health and fitness. Eating the right foods is still challenging, primarily because I often cook and quickly become desensitized to flavors. But my water game is on point. Still chugging back four liters a day in addition to whatever the hell I can stomach drinking that isn’t clear air.
I had this crazy idea to stop smoking as often and maybe stop to give myself a tolerance break. The paperwork was sent to the subconscious, and I think I will get a response in about 15 to 30 days. The verdict of excommunicado could be in order.
I have recently decided to change my routine as soon as possible. I will continue my 100-day squat challenge and stretching in the mornings. In the afternoon, I will begin, for the 8th time, Core De Force to get my legs into a shape I can be satisfied with. I am beyond hating how my body looks anymore. You’d never be able to tell with all the confidence I’ve shown.
Soon I’m going to get all the dudes to capsize in my thighs and leave them drowning.