Today is a much needed rest day, but yesterday was anything but. Keep reading to see what got done on last night's bench session.••••••••••
BENCH:
95lb x10
115lb x10
(135lb x3) 5x
STATIC HOLDS:
155lb x37 seconds
175lb x40 seconds
195lb x20 seconds
JM PRESS:
(65lb x10) 2x
65lb wide x10
INCLINE PRESS:
55lb narrow x12
65lb narrow x10
85lb mid x5
DECLINE PRESS:
95lb x10
(115lb x3) 2x
SEATED CABLE FLY:
90lb x10
100lb x6
110lb x5
*All were done with no grip
TRI. CABLE PULLDOWNS:
SINGLE ARM:
15lb x10 ea.
15lb x8 ea.
15lb x10 ea.
DOUBLE ARM:
25lb x10
30lb x10
35lb x10
MACHINE CRUNCHES:
(60lb x20) 3x
••••••••••
I'm bummed that I didn't make any progress on the benches, but at least I was able to maintain. I decided I would try some heavy holds. Obviously, the times aren't exact, but they'll suffice. It felt good to at least be able to hold that weight over myself without issue.
I feel as though I'm getting stronger, I mean, I have to feel that way when the numbers are in black and white, but physically, I still can't see any changes. I gained back 4lbs, so the scale tells me, but that could be water. It's still discouraging to see the needle move in the wrong direction. Sometimes my pants feel looser, sometimes they don't. I know that I'm still carrying too much fat on y body. My goal isn't to be a ripped body builder; it never has been. I just want to look as though I go to the gym and right now, my eyes don't see that. My tax lady asked me if I was lifting weights because she says I look "broader". I took it as a compliment, but I was also wearing my "I'd Rather be Lifting" sweatshirt. My demented brain thinks maybe she was just being polite.
And that's the thing isn't it? I'm not sure if or when my brain will allow me to see progress. Years ago, I could see it (mostly). I still could find any number of flaws in my appearance, but on the whole, I saw that I was fit and muscular. Now, all I see is a fat, out of shape old woman that's trying to be something that she's not. Frank always tells me he sees me changing. My brain always tells me that he loves me and is just trying to encourage me.
Being in the gym is a release for me. I can go in there and sweat and work and not think about anything else that's going on. All I need to think about is the immediate stressor in front of me. Outside of the gym, I'm stressing about eating too much fat, not eating enough calories, not getting in enough protein, sleep, weight, what to cook for dinner, what to eat 24/7, appearance, and every other friggin thing on earth. My brain is tired.
Anyhoo, I guess that's enough rambling for tonight. Time for tea and time to try and relax a little.