Day 75 - Huh

A little physical therapy update.

Last week my doctor recommended I see a PT. He said there was one in his office that was great. I thought about making an appointment with him, but it's a bit too far up-town and I figured if I have to go like 2-3x a week, I'd prefer one closer to my office. So I disregard his recommendation and begin my search.

I went to my insurance company's provider search and found a couple close ones. I took a look at each of there websites. And decided to call the one with the best site. (Being an interactive creative director I have issues trusting organizations with crappy sites) The receptionist who answered my call didn't have the professional sound I expected. She was an extremely loud talker, kind of crass and a little too um, something. I tend to pass judgements too quickly sometimes so I decided to ignore my gut and schedule an appointment.

So today at noon I began my 6 block trek down to their office in a crazy typhoon like rain storm with 20 mile/hr winds. Every now and then I had to dodge a flying broken umbrella. 5th ave was littered with them. Anyway, I finally get to the office.

The lobby is a bit shady and shoddy looking and as it turns out — they are located on a 6th floor walk up!

HUH?? What the hell? Who the hell thought it was a good idea to open up a PT office at the top of a walk up?

Once again, I should have trusted my gut, but I choose to give them a shot.

I finally make my way to the top and that's when I just had enough. The office was shabby and dirty looking. Exercise equipment was placed in the waiting room along with ripped seats that were taped up. There was no one in the waiting room except for some weirdo wearing pink scrubs. Who, by the way, I would never let touch me. Not even for a billion dollars.

The receptionist asked if she could help me and all I could say was...

Did you guys really think it was a good idea to rent space at the top of a 6th floor walk up? I mean seriously. How do your patients even make it up here?

I was definitely a bit snotty and um bitchy.

She smiled and said, oh I'm sorry I never asked what was wrong with you on the phone. I told her don't worry about it because I will not be staying for my appointment. Thanks anyway. And I ran the hell outta there.

Lessons learned:

follow recommendations

trust your gut

don't trust a book by it's website

Day 68 - Update

Nothing too new to report here. Just wanted to check in.

New day 67 photo's are up. I think not much has changed since last week.

I'm pushing through the large sets/ reps handed to us this week. I'm hanging in there with the diet. I'm tired, I'm sore, but I'm still going.

Dreaming of day 90... I'd love to be able to be as kick ass as this guy.

hmm...fat chance though. This guy is in a league of his own. haha

Day 57 - Wouldn't it be crazy...

Wouldn't it be crazy...

If I ate a cookie right now.

Wouldn't it be crazy...

If I went to happy hour after work and had a glass of wine.

Wouldn't it be crazy...

If I went home, skipped my workout, put on my PJ's and curled up on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn and a movie.

Good thing I'm not crazy.

Day 52 - Indulgence

I had my 2nd indulgence last night. It was my friend and co-worker, Jenn's birthday and we met her out. Both her and my other friend, Ginasta were so excited when I told them that I decided to use up my indulgence and have a couple drinks. I went for my old staple, Goose and soda with a slice of lemon. So refreshing. I estimated that each drink was probably around 140 calories, since 1 ounce of vodka is around 70 calories. Club soda has 0 and a squeeze of lemon, well who cares. By my 3rd one I started to feel a pretty good buzz. I stopped at 3-3.5. ...Some stupid ass drunk girl grabbed one of my drinks thinking it was hers and when I told her to put it down she rolled her eyes, left it on a ledge and it spilt. I obviously yelled "WTFB" but she took off so quickly into the crowd, and that is where we left it. I think she might have gotten sight on my guns. Anyway...I am way too old to be fighting in a bar, so I'm glad that was the end of it.

Sorry I diverge, back to the indulgence. I expected to feel ill today, but in fact I feel great. I did however notice that my face was red and my pores were enlarged when I woke up. Another thing was that the alcohol left me starving, so when I got home last night I ate the following: 2 cups of air popped popcorn, sm banana, sm apple, and a whole wheat English muffin with sugar free jelly. I know that the drink had something to do with my voracious appetite but I also think that a huge part of it is my diet. I seriously do not think it is healthy to only eat a small banana and an egg white for dinner. And to tell you the truth, I haven't followed that or last week's version with an added small apple once. I always try to, but by 10pm or so I am extremely hungry and that makes my angry and I end up eating something else. It's always something with in the PCP diet but it's always outside my allotted grams.

Lately I find myself not trusting this process. I do not want my abs to look like some sort of quilt or like Poca mentioned, "Madonna's disgusting arms." What drew me here was the idea of eating real food and feeling the healthy effects of a no sugar, no salt diet. I have a pretty positive body image and in fact, this might sound cocky, but I know I am hot just as I am. What I was looking for was just a more improved version of myself, healthier, more fit, stronger in my Capoeira game. When in fact, I feel exhausted, stiff, weak and cranky all the time. Plus, my Capoeira game is totally suffering. Because of the PCP workout I can only find the strength to train 2x a week. So when I go to class I come in far behind the rest who have already been working on a sequence or move the rest of the week.

I'm not going to quit this, if any of you had that idea enter your mind. I always finish what I start, but I will say I am not a true believer.

PS...my friend still hasn't come for a visit and I'm pretty sure that time has come and went.

Day 39

Just sayin...plain Greek yogurt tastes like VOMIT!! Ugh, so nasty.