Cold Hard Truth

SEATED OVERHEAD PRESS:
(Bar x10) 5x
(15lb DB x10 / 40lb triceps pulldown) 3x
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25lb plate situps x 10
25lb plate overhead situps x10
leg raises x10
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Treadmill 1 mile, 4-6mph
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Still rehabbing the shoulder so I kept the weight extremely low. I also went a little narrower on my grip for the press and that helped ease the discomfort as well. I know it's healing because it's getting tight and I'm noticing issues with mobility and range of motion. That means more stretching required as well.
On a flip side though, it's time to be brutally honest with myself - I am an embarrassment to the ideals that I try to hold myself to. For a variety of reasons, I have let myself slide so far back that it's disgusting to see what I'm not capable of. I tried to do some core work that used to be routine and I struggled to complete 30 seconds of it. Why the fuck did I do this to myself? I started working out after my daughter was born because what I saw myself becoming was the type of person that I dreaded becoming. And I know, I know, people are all about loving your body and your curves are beautiful, blah, blah, blah. Bullshit. There isn't one thing good, to me, about being fat and out of shape and that's what I'm on the fast track to. 
I began getting in shape to be able to fight alongside my gods. Not to look good in a bikini, not to impress men, not to be aesthetically pleasing. I began to be a fighter and right now the only thing I could fight is my way to the fridge. For fuck's sake, this is pathetic. The gods are disappointed. Plain and simple, they are not looking on me favorably right now and I need to, have to change that! Maybe this is my wakeup call and my kick in the ass. I have some apologizing to do at my alter and some ground to make up. 

My general feelings on tonight