Acid Trip

     Coffee, oh coffee, why do you hate me so? Your creamy caffeinated goodness winds through my mind but your acidity regurgitates through my esophagus with fiery abandon. I'm limited to one cup a day - in the morning. I know I should never have any in the afternoon, but damn, I wanted a cup this afternoon. I had one and immediately regretted my decision. It made working out less than pleasant, but I got it done. Here's the notes for tonight:

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MAX DEADLIFT:

89lb x8

133lb x5

155lb x5

175lb x1

199lb x1

219lb x1

229lb x1

234lb x1

*NEW PR!!!!!

GOOD MORNINGS:

(80lb x10) 2x

BACK RAISES:

10lb x10

(25lb x10) 2x

SEATED BACK EXTENSIONS:

70lb x10

90lb x10

110lb x10

ROTARY TORSO:

(70lb x20 ea. side) 3x

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     I am FINALLY able to post a NEW PR!! I have broken my plateau on the deadlift to get that 234lb. I've very happy with that. My grip was giving out big time, but I locked it out and managed to lower it without losing it. I don't drop my weights. I use the eccentric as part of the lift. 

     I don't really have much else to say. I mean, aside from acid reflux kicking my ass, everything went well. I'm tired, have a slight headache, but I'm good. I could play the game of imagining where I would be if I had never stopped, but what good would that do? The facts are the facts. It's a fact that I did stop training for a while and I did slide backwards and get out of shape. It's also a fact that I am working my ass off to regain what I lost. I've gotten my discipline back, and my motivation and my drive. I could beat myself up for stopping, but I can also show myself some grace and cut myself a wee bit of slack. 

     I just finished dinner and I'm gonna rest a bit now, maybe have a cup of tea or treat myself to some homemade pudding. I've earned it.