Exorcising Demons With ID! Days 801 to 850

Day 801

Couldn’t get up to do it. The tiredness I feel is just the tired you get when you don’t want to do shit at that hour of the morning but sleep. I told myself to cut this shit out, but the only shit I’ve been cutting is the one that’s too big to flush down the toilet. I want to flip the script once again so that this routine stays on point.

Day 802

This week is going to be a bust. I know I am just full of excuses, but I won’t force myself to do something I’ve done persistently in the past because of my stubbornness. My weight is going down steadily and not drastically. The diet I’m maintaining has a lot to do with it; even though I kind of still eat whatever the hell I want, I don’t go crazy. I’m going to sleep in for the remainder of the week. Fuck it.

Day 803

The results from not doing much/doing too much is showing. More so a feeling, mainly in my feet and fucking knee again! I wear shitty shoes sometimes, and this is what I get for being a broke bitch with no taste. Besides, the week is almost over, and I have so much to not look forward to!

Day 804

The shape of things to come has a blurry outline.

I feel off today. I blame it on allergies or the fact that I want to get laid. Or laid off. Something. Anyway. No working out because I’m in pain in more than one way. Tonight is WrestleMania week, they first time I’ve heard or acknowledged this occurrence. I watched Joey Janela Spring Break 8 and it was amazing. I wish more shows were like that!

Day 805

The weather is beginning to break into nicer weather—still windy but nice. I am up to the usual shenanigans of cleaning, not cooking, and being lazy for the evening while watching more wrestling. The main event of night one of WrestleMania was like watching a snuff film. It was a preview of what’s to come tomorrow. I’m glad they prepared the viewers for disappointment.

Day 806

It was a day of reflection and stillness. I needed to find the strength today to get up and go shopping, and I did. It was hard, as always, but I got everything on my list. Even doubled back and got the things I forget to pick up. All I want to do is relax, and not have to think about anything. The best thing for that is watching more wrestling.

Day 807

Half day for me and a full day at home for the kids.

I had my annual, and the kids are home because my job won’t let me take an hour to pick them up from school. So is life.

The moon came and went, no darkness spread. We’re not seated at the cool kids’ table.

Day 808

After getting news equivalent of a B-, I will begin weight training with LIIFT4 again. I saw this coming in a way. I knew the Row-N-Ride wouldn’t be enough, so weight training is the way to go from here on out. Well, until I get too swole. Sleeping late is the name of the game and that’s the play this week.

Day 809

Making the plans to start this up again have begun, and it’s all in good fun. I will need to be on some serious crack in the mornings to get the fuck up and pump, so that was decided and ordered. Nothing else needs to be added to the game for gains.

Day 810

After getting an alert that what I need may not come in time for me to begin is a bummer. I’m not improvising or delaying my start, which will be Monday. The issues with my foot and knee have slightly gone away. I will need to take rest and recovery days very seriously. Stretching was a struggle when I approached it again. I was never limber to begin with but whatever makes this shit easier, I’m open for it.

Day 811

Finally, the week is over and I’m getting closer to being a completely shredded jackass in the next 8 weeks. Since I’ve been intermittent fasting and doing some kind of routine, when I feel like it, I have lost inches. I know when I start this up again that I’ll lose a little more weight with muscle maintained and defined. This is yet another phase I’m looking forward to. It’s going to be all onesie tops and skirts for the summer. Just wait and fucking see.

Day 812

Waking up too late isn’t much of an option on days like these. I could lie there and have everyone go on about their morning, but I’d rather be doing something than be part of the furniture. Cleaning and all that shit will be done today, all with a smile.

Day 813

This is the day when I get the sleep I need and deserve. Only a little bit though because I have to go shopping for food I won’t eat. Afterwards, I need to do some roll and recovery because my ass is beat. Tomorrow starts the eight8-week journey of pain and gain, a ride I thoroughly enjoy.

Day 814
Day 1, Week 1

Lifting is back in the chat and has reservations for an 8-week stay. I don’t remember shit about this program other than me being completely done with Joel and his dumbass comments. It’s impossible to put it on mute at times because it’s easy to keep up with the rep count and other crap that he’d have me do. Chest and triceps start the week, and I’m going with one weight all around. It was a struggle and infuriating that 10-pound weights feel heavy as fuck all over again. I must remember that Moxley and Castagnoli started from the bottom, and so do I.

Day 815
Day 2, Week 2

Holy shit! I’m fucking hurting!

The pain didn’t drop until it was time for bed and the following day, where it made it damn near impossible to pick up the phone with my left hand. My right was tight; I don’t know why, but it just is. Back and biceps were on the menu, and I went a little lighter to spare myself from injury. Tomorrow is a rest day; every Wednesday is. I don’t think I ever took full advantage of that. I’d do more shit that wasn’t weight-lifting related and never did the recovery videos. I was insane back then. Now, I’m still insane, but this pain is unrelenting and needs to go the fuck away. Oh, and did I mention that my leg got fucked up out of nowhere again? Maybe it was from bloating or just my dumb ass not doing what I needed to do. Who knows.

Day 816
Rest Day! Week 1

My morning start is a little later now on rest days. It’s nothing crazy; it’s just one work day a week where I would have to get up at 4ish/5 AM to stretch for 20 minutes. Alternatively, my Row-N-Ride is beginning to gather dust after only being used collectively for three weeks. When I gather enough strength, I’ll add it to my Wednesdays. It wouldn’t hurt until I hurt myself.

Day 817
Day 4, Week 1

I’m going as light as possible for shoulders today. The movements are not uncontrollable, but I remember how brutal shoulder flies can be, even with 4-pound weights. All done with ease, I’m on my way to end the week heavy, as always, with legs tomorrow. I’m also getting that in on my day off. Who knows what awaits me?

Day 818
Day 5, Week 1

Legs! Legs! Legs! Toda,y I went my heaviest with legs. And to be honest, after all the walking I did today from pretending to go to work was crazy. Over 18,000 steps, a Belgian waffle with three meats and eggs, then a burger and sweet potato tater tots to end the day was the perfect fuel for all the made-up monkey shit fat that I appear to be composed of. Tired doesn’t even come close. Recanting my day to a friend, I told them all of tha, endingg in 2 joints and ice cream cake. I’m someone’s puppet that they love.

Day 819

Week 1 is over! Now, I have two days of “rest” to look forward to, but my day is packed and stacked. First, a visit from Grandma and afterward, an indoor park I’ve always wanted to take the kids to. It was enjoyable, for them. I’m not gonna lie; it was fun for me, too. I got my dues with a 30-minute massage I desperately needed while they jumped around and had the good time they deserved. I wanted to hit the mall, which was part of the attraction, but it was across the street and closed simultaneously. No time was left to meander in the mall and maybe buy shit—another day.

Day 820

Rest day #2 is in full effect, and I took full advantage of it. I had nothing to go out for or cook, so I put good use to my time and watched a movie. I packed the remainder of the day with wrestling until Dynasty pay-per-view aired. Leo watched what he could until it was time for bed. The show was great, and I got to live chat with great company. Tomorrow, Week 2 begins!

Day 821
Day 1, Week 2

Chest and triceps started the week, and it all went smoothly and easily, as it can be. Thankfully, I’m getting a taste of the summer break with the kids out of school for spring break. Taking away the added tasks in the morning helps but tends to make me lazier and forget what I must do when it all starts again. My prep work for that could be done the night before, but I need more time to remember to do that. Getting in the habit of it now could help me in the future. Whatever, I got back and biceps tomorrow. I got that work to do!

Day 822
Day 2, Week 2

After Sunday’s long night, I was desperate for rest since I lost a few hours of sleep. Monday was okay, and I could get up at a decent time and do what I needed. This morning was a completely different story. I woke up significantly later than usual, but I still managed to get my back and biceps ready to work. I went nearly the same weight as last week but was thrown off by the odd number last noted. Since I don’t have a 77-pound weight, I must modify my resistance with odd barbells and strange weights. I felt great at the end, and it took forever to cool down. Aside from leaving late this morning, the walk to work was great. The weather is finally starting to cooperate and not being the prick that it is. Tomorrow is a rest day that I am glad to be taking. Guaranteed, I’ll be waking up late and stretching for 30 or more minutes.

Day 823
Rest Day! Week 2

You could call it that. My days are beginning late. It could be that I’m sleeping on my arm, numbing it out and preventing me from feeling my alarm going off on my wrist. Aside from it constantly going off, I need to adjust how I start my mornings. During my morning stretch, I gave myself a nice Charlie horse, which was more of a reason to hit the floor and roll it out. Yesterday, my back and biceps were okay, and I began to feel the effects of it later in the evening. I showed the boys some exercises to do safely without my supervision and how much they should do to start. Baby steps. Tomorrow is one day closer to finishing week two, and having two days to rest. Technically, I won’t be resting, but I will put in work I need to complete.

Day 824
Day 3, Week 2

Shoulders are on the 3rd day of every week, and there is no going heavy when doing these. I wasn’t struggling, but damn, it was hard. No matter how much time I take away from weights, it gets felt. Still being sore from Tuesday’s back and biceps was brutal. I like all of this, though, so don’t mistake all this bitching for anything but progress. Tomorrow is the end of week 2, halfway through a month’s routine!

Day 825
Day 4, Week 2

Legs! And it was easy legs, too, with no weights. I didn’t do it all to the T, but I was sweaty and in the mind of taking it all to the finish. I know when I add heavier weights, I’ll feel it on my lower half. I need the work there the most. Targeting my trouble zones is difficult unless I go insane with it. I felt like I had done it in the past, but I focused more on my top half. Squats, lunges, and hip thrusts are all I did. So I guess it has to return to that at some point.

I’m looking forward to the weekend, and the rest comes from not lifting weights. I won’t get rest otherwise but fuck it, that’s how I ball.

Day 826

Two days of rest is all I’m allowed. Nothing more. Nothing less. I am on a tight work schedule that I need to get done around the house before certain parties return. Lots to do that involve no fucking rest.

Day 827

Even though this was the day I would allow myself the maximum amount of rest in the morning, I tossed and turned, trying to decide what I wanted to do with my day. That wasn’t all about me. I don’t have to grind as hard as I would have if it were an active academic week, but things need to be done to make me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Anyway, the beginning of week 3 is the only thing I look forward to.

Day 828
Day 1, Week 3

It’s not like I stepped up any weight at this point. The build-up always takes me a while to get to. The hurt, the good hurt, that came from the result of the first few weeks was what I needed for inspiration. With today’s chest and triceps work, I can see what areas need maintaining the weight and increasing it. Now that I’ve cleaned the floor to make space for a bar if I need it, the lifting will be much more fun than it has been. Or maybe it was fun in the past and I don’t remember.

Day 829
Day 2, Week 3

When I tell myself to get up early, I never manage to do it. Am I wrong for wanting not to do shit the moment I wake up at any hour? My back and biceps got the attention they needed today. I went lighter on some areas to make time and reduce strain. The vital thing to always remember is not to force it. Tomorrow is a rest day, but I still need to roll, recover, and stretch. All on the day the kids go back to school! I had a week and a half of not having to run five blocks in 10 minutes. Getting back on that will have something hurting.

Day 830
Rest Day! Week3

Slow to start, as always. Making the moves to regain my flexibility is challenging but not a high priority. This fucking pain that lingers in my hamstring comes and goes as it pleases. I resorted to a remedy that could help; I don’t see how it could not. Another damn contraption to help with whatever kind of recovery I need. Back at it tomorrow with shoulders. Cappin’ this bitch up!

Day 831
Day 3, Week 3

Now, I’m basing the time I get up depending on how long the videos are. Some are long, and some are not. I know when it comes down to legs, there’s more time involved, but shoulders are all standing and aren’t as much of a pain in the ass as the other routines. Again, I’m going up in my weight. Fuck it. I’m going in hard.

Day 832
Day 4, Week 3

Leg day! After a few warmups, I’m beginning to see that the ache in my leg goes away and then comes back hours later when I start walking to work. Just like Kiser Soze, I begin walking normally after a few strides. My legs are weight-free this week, so I had the chance to do more squats than anything. All that other shit is useless to me since I don’t do much of anything else anyway. Besides, I get two days of rest with no time devoted to stretching. That has to change.

Day 833

Sleeping in and making time for the ones that matter the most.

Day 834

I slept in today, rightfully so, since it’s one more week until Mother’s Day. I know I won’t get or do anything special, but imagining the possibilities is fun.

Day 835
Day 1, Week 4

On to another week of chest and triceps, upping my weights, and taking it all easy to not fuck myself up for disaster. I got a leg compressor that works well for an entire quad, calf, and foot squeezin’. Another job taken away from a human. I am more than happy to outsource this task to a machine.

Day 836
Day 2, Week 4

Back and biceps. Finally upping my weights on back extensions and other movements. I didn’t save the notes for the different routines I did in the past, where I was lifting extreme amounts, especially on my upper body. I’ll work back up there eventually. At this point, I don’t give a fuck how it looks. I’m doing this for me and no one else, so why hold back? If I get too thick to fit in my clothes, then it’s a problem.

Day 837
Rest Day! Week 4

Rest from working out is not really rest at all. It’s been a week, and it’s only Wednesday. Nothing compares to the rest I’ll get when I’m dead.

Day 838
Day 3, Week 4

I need to step up on my shoulders. While doing it, I realized I could go heavier. Next time, next week, maybe.

Day 839
Day 4, Week 4

Leg day! I don’t go as hard as I should with my legs. Once upon a time, they were at a good point. Still hurt as all fuck when I’d step on a crack or get up wrong, but solid. It’s not that I will do this now, but most definitely when I begin from the beginning again. No weights were required, but jumping around and all other sorts of bullshit, I refused but substituted the work for. I still can’t stand Joel as an instructor. Fucking guy is lame as all fuck. Not even ripped. Whatever, I’m off for the weekend.

Day 840

It was a lovely day today to relax and do nothing for someone that isn’t me. Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, and going to be shitty for a portion of it, so I’m switching today for tomorrow and taking the boys with me to go grocery shopping. They get to pull all the shit I have to drag back home for them every week, to see what I do for them will build an appreciation in some capacity. I don’t think I felt that growing up; I just did what I was told and carried the shit home, well, until we got home. She’d make so many stops and take forever at all of them. I know exactly how the kids feel when I go to multiple places, but I never take forever. Anyway, the day was great for the walk to and from. It got them to exercise and work the muscles they neglected by no longer walking to and from school. Gains are gains.

Day 841

I slept in as late as I could and got the treat I always wanted, no fucking dead weight around the house. I did everything I would typically do on Sunday, with the boys as company. Not a bad day. It ended with steak! Tomorrow begins week five, and I can’t believe it’s been that long already. I don’t know how many rounds I’ll go with this. Six months sounds ideal. But I go insane with the weight sizes. Enough time has passed, and I have a better grip on what I can and can’t do. I need to stick to what I have and not try to put all my eggs in one basket. Yeah, like that’ll happen.

Day 842
Day 1, Week 5

New week, new weight. It’s not a crazy increase, but an increase. My chest could get significantly harder if I had more access to the bench. But that leaves me with one or two routines; the rest can be done with dumbbells. I can’t win because of the need for more space. Speaking of, the Row N Ride machine is starting to gather dust, and I have no idea where the fuck I’m going to put that other than it being in the living room. I have to figure out a way to add it to my 4-day routine and stick to doing stretches on rest days. I’ll get there.

Day 843
Day 2, Week 5

Circuit back and biceps were better than I thought. So many curls were done. I kept trying to remember how heavy I went before I stopped. I doubt I pushed 20 pounds. Who knows? I was crazier then than I am now. I’m still crazy, however.

Day 844
Rest Day! Week 5

A rest from this is needed, but I could do something. Oh yeah, that’s right, I slept in. Really late. This resulted in me getting out late once again. It’s not a huge issue, to be honest. I should have taken the time to stretch, but I fucking didn’t. You gonna beat my ass for it? Nope. I will, however. I’ll probably starve myself and then exercise harder. You know, for gains and shit. This body is on loan. I do whatever the fuck I want with it.

Day 845
Day 3, Week 5

Shoulders, ghatdamn.

I could have lifted heavier with my shoulders on specific routines. I didn’t, though, because I didn’t want to. That’s progression. I did lift more than last week and stayed on track to finish the work. I will make more effort when I am in more pain.

Day 846
Day 4, Week 5

Legs, legs, legs.

Heavy day with legs. It’s a favorite of mine because I can push harder with those more prominent muscles. Got me thinking back to all the other crazy shit I’d get into with leg routines. They were insane. My lower half is a hard target because of all the natural fat that my body mass produced from genetics, mothering, and being a gross obese individual. I did extra squats without weights during the HIIT portion to compensate for the lost train of thought I put into the Row-N-Ride. I keep staring at it and want to add it to my time. At night? Maybe? That sounds doable, but knowing my high ass isn’t going to want to go to bed sweating like that. A decision will be made at some point in time. I’m over and done with round 1 of Week 5. After this literal rest weekend, Week 6 will be another week of progression and indifference.

Day 847

It was a battle today. I struggled to choose what I wanted to have delivered from Uber Eats, so I could get more hump work done around the house without passing out from starvation. The weather is a mix of bullshit I want no part of. Sunny but cloudy, windy but warm. And it’s allergy season? Fuck out of here. Week 5 was as good as I could make it. I have three more weeks until those numbers increase or are maintained without the swole factor. I am going along with it for another eight weeks. I have nothing else on set up. Unless I take on the enormous task of rearranging the living room for the bench and barbell, that is something I do not want to do. Whatever, for now, what I have going on works. If it ain’t broke.

Day 848

Contemplated shopping today, but couldn’t because of reasons. So, I made it one long day to get ready for Monday. Binged TV and got high as fuck. Now, that’s what I call a Sunday.

Day 849
Day 1, Week 6

I made some progress in progressing my chest and triceps weight today. I’m very used to keeping track of the numbers. In time, I’ll likely use the weight-lifting app to add and subtract routines and add them to a block of work around the Row-N-Ride. Today, I did two groups of quad sets with no cardio. I’ll take that any day.

Day 850
Day 2, Week 6

I always tell myself I’ll get up at 4, even to do nothing. And I do get up at 4. I lay in bed with my eyes closed, only to open them every 5 minutes to silence my alarm that I put on snooze. So, technically, I am up not doing anything. I kept my word.

Today’s back and biceps was 50/50 or some shit. I’ve learned not to do precisely as they do when it comes to the floor exercises because they fucking suck, to be honest. I do squats and whatever I remember from Burpee Girl, which isn’t much. I sweat, that’s the point.