Exerbabble for 2-11-6

Today’s workout:

I tried getting a wider grip on my pull-up, as a wider grip hits the latissimus dorsi more (as opposed to the bicep). I was unable to bring myself up. So I narrowed it slightly and did the best I could. I’ll be patient and keep at it. It IS a lot easier if I use a narrower grip and do it underhand. But, having a wider grip hits your lats, and doing it overhand hits your forearm a little more.

I’m trying to do the same row that I do in weight training, where you’re supported on an incline, and there’s this thing on a hinge. I can tell it’s lighter than the one that CCM has, but I can only guess at the weight. I held a 10 lb plate in one hand and held the bar with the other. I think it’s more than 10 pounds, probably fifteen. I think the one at CCM is 25 lbs. *shrugs* Whatever, at least I don’t have to worry about my form as much. Just bring my elbows as far back as I can and squeeze my shoulder blades for effect. (Hits the Rhomboids more.)

I do the little tibia dorsi machine for shits and giggles. We rarely flex our foot upward, but when we do, boy, I feel it. Can’t hurt, eh? *smirks* The great thing about weight training is that you can really just do whatever the hell you want.

Lowered the deadlift weight, as I want zero chance for soreness. My abs are sore today. …I kind of like when my abs are sore. I’m a strange boy. I think I could have finished the third set at ten, but something in me told me to stop. So I did. I can probably shrug a lot more, but I saw no point in changing the weight. I did the first set underhand, and the second set overhand (my normal grip for deadlifts). Haven’t done ham curls in a long time. I like rotating my isolation exercises. Feeling that I got the most out of my pull-ups and rows, I skipped reverse curls this week. And with my ab soreness, I skipped side-bends.

On to non-TimmyBuffness related things.

My dad likes randomly changing plans on me. He’s done this to me consistently over the years, and so it just gets to me. I thought we were going out to eat last night. We’re already in the car, moving, and then he asks if I’d like to GOTO the Food Court in the mall. I sort of blink. He can’t be serious, can he? We’re going out to eat and he wants to take me to a Food Court? That’s kind of insulting. He said he wanted to get something from JCPenney. Wanting to grant him an iota of compromise, I agreed.

Being surrounded by teenyboppers and baby punks depressed me. I had no idea what I was going to get, and being surrounded by grease just about killed my appetite. I was about to just say I’ll eat when I go home. Then I said to myself, “Oh, stop that. That’s making things work. I know this is all crap here, but just eat something goddamnit, it won’t kill you.” So I had a taco salad.

I had an impulse buy in JCPenney. I saw a pink shirt that says, “Chicks think I look good in pink.” I looked for it in my size, only to realize it was the last one out on display. Oh yes, I can have my own unique t-shirt just like everybody else. ; ) But we all like snazzy t-shirts that say witty things, so I snagged it. Besides, I need more pink shirts.

That was last night.

My dad always goes grocery shopping on Saturday. If I fail to remember this, he will spring it on me at a time when I won’t be interested in budging. He caught me in the morning. I told him, “Let’s GOTO the Y, eat, and then hit ShopRite.” He agreed. Cool beans. We worked out, ate, and bought groceries. We were almost home when he said, “Let’s GOTO BJ’s first and then go home.”

Wait, what? We have groceries in the trunk and you want to go .. somewhere else first? Call me OCD, but the thought of going somewhere else while leaving groceries in the trunk irks me. Growing up and going grocery shopping with my mom, I was taught to always bring groceries home immediately. I’ll grant my dad that it was cold enough out that it wouldn’t have made a difference. But. IT IRKS ME.

I suspect I would have cared less if he hadn’t sprung it on me AT THE LAST MOMENT. I get very irritated if I have expectations of order of events, and those expectations are broken. I hauled the groceries in, put them away, and back out we went. I could always carry a lot of groceries, but now I can carry.. even more? *giggles*

*rubs his abs*

I’ve seriously lost my taste for junk food. It just doesn’t taste good anymore. Man, I remember how good donuts were. Now they just don’t satisfy anything, anymore. They used to be.. pleasurable… *sniffles* I miss you, donuts.

Oh.

And my dad has proceeded to complain about how bad his dinner at .. The Food Court was. I smack my forehead. Hello, you’re getting Food Court quality food. It was your idea to get minimal quality food.

As Poptart used to say a lot, I want to reproduce. *smirks* I hear so much about women getting those urges, but I simply don’t know any guys like myself. I never had any decent male role models, but I know someday I’ll get to be a good one, myself.