Just Call Me the Abs Slayer
For Christmas, Mr. BBM got me some workout clothing, a bunch of CDs, and an IPOD touch. I was not at all expecting an IPOD. I was quite shocked, and was sort of baffled as to why he got it for me since my little green shuffle is pretty much my best friend.
I got him some travel coffee mugs and a thermos, a slant board and two medicine balls. I debated about the weight to get him. I didn't want to go too light, because he's a big bad man and all, so I decided on a 6.6 lb. ball and a lighter 4 lb. ball. The 4 lb. one hasn't yet arrived.
Mr. BBM's dad gave him a booklet on the "Abs diet." Mr. BBM started to feel like we were all trying to tell him something. Truly, I bought him the slant board because I know how helpful it has been to me and I got him one that can be used as a bench, etc. He doesn't have time to go to the gym so I figured I'd help him make one at home.
The day after Christmas, I told him to get on the board. I took him through the abs workout my trainer does with me and that I do pretty much every other day of the week. We didn't get through the whole workout when he decided he had done enough. I couldn't really blame him. I was doing it along with him and the 6 lb. ball was pretty intense.
The day after, Mr. BBM started complaining about his abs and how sore they were. Today, he says he can't stand up straight and is debating as to whether or not he has a terrible gut-wrenching stomach virus, a potential hernia, or just completely shredded abdominal muscles. I think it is safe to give me a new nickname. Just call me the Abs Slayer.
In other news, you can also call me the Fantasy Football Slayer! I won the championship last night in my one league, beating Ikigai by 13 points after a hard fought two week championship playoff. Thanks for all the good mojo!
Merry Christmas
I am taking exactly two minutes out of my crazy day of shopping, cooking and cleaning to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas. . .
From the BBM family to you and yours. I hope you get everything you hoped for and more.
Keep Your Mouth Shut
I worked out with my trainer last night. When I told him I wanted to do legs last night he smiled and laughed a bit as he said, "alright." I hate when he does that. I know he's going to kill me when he laughs like that.
He had me do toe touches on a step higher than I'm used to and with more weight. Instead of 10 or 15 reps, he made me do 20. Then it was on to squats with my back against one of those work-out balls, followed by wall sits. He did them with me and I'll tell you, he looked a whole lot more comfortable than I was while doing them.
When we hit the 45 seconds, my trainer just stood up. I had to crawl up the wall using the back of my head. Good stuff.
He put me on a prone leg curl then and despite the fact that I literally threw the weight up for the first rep, I refused to let him up the weight. Higher reps absolutely kill once you get to number 14 so I told him to forget it.
When he put me on calf raises though, I made the mistake of opening my mouth. He set the weight at 105 and I told him that I usually do 135. He smiled that smile and said "alright" and moved the weight up. He didn't tell me we were doing reps of 20 on that one too. My calves were absolutely wrecked when I was finished with three of those sets.
He usually has me do three ab exercises, but last night he had me do six. I've been working hard on my ab exercises all week long and it paid off. It's nice when you finish a set strong, not so nice when your trainer throws in an extra few since you're doing so well. I told him I only filled the tank up for 10. Those extra three were accomplished on fumes.
As I was leaving, he told me that he can definitely see that I'm getting stronger. I am just really hoping that the surgery I'm having in January doesn't set me back too far. I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere.
Playing for Pride
After an absolutely miserable start to the fantasy football season, I landed myself in the championship game after a five game winning streak. I knocked off the #1 team the first round to make it to the final playoff weeks and I'm battling for the title of the Queen of Fantasy Football against Ikigai (Yes, "Queen"-hear that Ikigai???). I know his martial arts posts are slamming and all, but I really need to win and I need all of my fantastic readers to send the good mojo my way.
Ikigai is a 3rd degree black belt and has spent many sparring sessions whacking me in the head with a foot I never saw coming. I doubt I'll ever be able to kick him like that-fantasy football is the only way people. So, if you would all cross your fingers, toes, arms and eyes and hope for a big win for BBM, I'd be so appreciative.
I'm currently beating him 42-31. Send the mojo people. Send it now!
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In other news, I had Big I at the doctor this morning at 8:15 after she woke up at 3 a.m. in agony. She has pink eye and a bad ear infection, so bad that she has a bubble on her ear drum. She's on a crapload of drugs and I just spent the last 10 minutes telling everyone we won't be attending Christmas and birthday parties this weekend. Bummer. One of them is an adults only cocktail party down the street. It would have been a great chance to meet and hang out with our new neighbors.
However, since pink eye is extremely contagious, in the interest of not spreading it like the plague, we're going on family lock-down until we're all clear.
Most people are stocking up bread and milk. I think we need more wine to get through the weekend.
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