I didn’t exercise a single time last week. I had every intention of lifting on Friday, and the again on Saturday, but it just didn’t happen. After all the chaos of last week, I was just exhausted. Oh, and my back hurt. A lot.
I had a sneaking suspicion that if I’d just pony up and squat for crying out loud, it would help my back, but I just couldn’t make myself do it. What can I say? I’m a wimp.
On the brighter side of life, I did squat 100 pounds as I was hoping to the week before last. Woot! And you know what? It wasn’t that difficult. Most of my heavy squatting problem is mental, I have no doubt. And the first set (after the warm up sets) is always the hardest. That pretty much proves it.
It would be nice to think that this week off would leave my body energized and ready to lift some new PRs, but sadly, I think I um, ahem, consumed enough sugar to offset any benefits of resting. Oops.
In other news, I saw my midwife again. As soon as she called to say she was ten minutes away, I felt guilty and started chugging water. I knew I was dehydrated, and she can always tell when I haven’t been drinking enough – is there a such thing as a midwife with too much experience? Sure enough, even my blood pressure proved dehydration by being ridiculously low. I tried to make her believe that I’m not always that careless – which is true, and I really have been making an effort since then, but I tell you, drinking even just a half gallon every day is a lot of water!
That’s the extent of my pregnancy update this week. Maybe this week, I’ll be a few real workouts in.
Until then, TTFN!