Sore

My first thought this morning was, "Geez, I'm sore.".  We went to the gym yesterday.  Mom and I decided to try the treadmill.  It was a much better workout.  My legs and butt are SORE today.  The elliptical never made me feel like I was working.

I only ran 2/3rds of the distance that I did on the elliptical, and only burned half the calories, but I think I've got it figured out how to adjust it.  Slowly work the speed up.  I don't really care about calories, just heart rate.  Mom did 5 minute intervals of running.  I have to turn it up really fast to be able to jog.  I have a giant stride.  I prefer intensity to speed.

I hate that the treadmill doesn't use your arms, but I get a lot of that everyday.  Maybe I'll eventually try something that uses my arms. 

That being said, Mom introduced me to the ab machine and some machine that gets your thighs burning.  I am in love.  The latter especially.  Relative to the rest of my body, I have "thunder thighs".  Not like Elastigirl bad, but still, my thighs need work.  Well, my whole body does, but you know what I mean.

We're just going swimming today.  I'm too sore to work out much, and Mom shouldn't push her luck.  I think I'll do sit-ups or something like that in the water.  It would also be a good opportunity to use my arms.

Mom and my little sister went to the doctor to talk about the blood work.  In short, my sister has high cholesterol, yadadada, blah blah blah, and something else I can't pronounce.  Issues.  So, the whole house is officially back on Atkins.  Phase 1.  It's OK with me- it just means I'm not tempted with stuff I know I don't need.  In the long run, I enjoy when my household is on Atkins. 

I've lost 2 pounds.  Whoop.  Actually, pre-Atkins, I was gaining 2 pounds a month.  That's scary, considering that 12x2=24.  I do not want weigh more than my mom in a year.  My Maw-Maw asked me yesterday, "Are you trying to lose weight or just tone up?".  This is a comical question coming from her, but I kept a straight face and said, "Just tone up".  I think she thinks that all teenagers are trying to lose weight.  You know, when I turn down ice cream, it's automatically because I'm "counting calories".  I mean, who would turn down creamy goodness for any other reason but weight loss?  Teenagers don't think about health.  At least, that's her thought process.  I'll let her think what she wants to think.  She'll figure it out eventually.  Maybe.

I hope I'm not so sore I can't swim.  I don't think I am.  I'll tough it out.  Regardless, I'm still sore.