I ate too late in
I ate too late in the day to make it worthwhile before my workout, and now my trainer has given me a new project:
Eat three meals a day on workout days. Find a menu for a week. Healthy.
Yeah, right. I'm sorry. I like my burgers and fries.
Other than that, another boring workout. After this weekend, I felt so pudgy and ugly. There's this guy, Doug, that my friend Scott hangs out with, who is like 5'6", 150# pure muscle. And he looks 22ish. But he's 35ish. Chiseled beyond belief. My god. Before I went to sleep, I looked in the mirror at myself, and I just looked HORRIBLE. What small amounts of definition I'd been showing got wiped away in my mind, and I still looked puffy and round.
It's taken days for me to get over that, and I'm still not completely done obsessing.
How is that possible? Good genes, I suppose. Something that I do not have.