A week has gone by.
I did one night of 'core work': my standard off season regimen of crunches, back extensions, and leg curls, but I did leg extensions this time instead of squats (I know, squats and leg curls don't qualify as core work. Fuck off). I lack any semblance of motivation, my basement is still cold, and maneuvering around my weight bench is a pain in the ass with this cast on.
I have noticed a sharp decrease in my appetite since I have done shit for over three weeks now. Here's this weekends dietary journal:
9 AM two egg ham and cheese omlet and 20 oz vat-o-java (two tbsp each of cream and sugar)
1:30 PM One order of buffalo wings and one 20 oz sams winter wheat at the 99.
3 pm one 16 oz guinness
7 pm one order of fried onion rings and two 12 oz sams lager.
9 am one rather large whole wheat pancake with butter and artificial maple syrup, two pieces of bacon and 20 oz vat-o-java (two tbsp each of cream and sugar)
5 pm ~ 8 oz serving of chicken pot pie
8 pm ~ 8 oz glass of yellow tail merlot
10:30 golf ball sized dollop of p-nut butter
I'm thinkin', all weekend, I probably took in a s many calories as a I would have in one meal (minus the beer calories) had I been riding the number of hours I planned to at this point. Of course, Had I been riding, I would have been a little more conscious of _what_ I was eating as well, and the buffalo wings and onion rings wouldn't have happened.
I'll have to see if I can get on the trainer with this fucking boot.