I kinda liken it to those mornings after the excessive night before, where, not only did you drink too much, but you're still drunk when you wake up. The hangover hasn't even settled in yet. Usually around midday, it hits you. Well, around midday, this workout hangover hit me.
Just don't ask me to go down the stairs. I can come back up okay, but going down is near impossible. And falling down onto the toilet is fine. Just don't ask me to get back up again.
It feels good, though. I better get some better friggin' results from this than I am from my Zone diet. That was a big downer for me this week. I'm sticking with it and have now also cut out all fruit, which makes cottage cheese and protein shakes less exciting, but is otherwise manageable.
Here was a typical day last week (minus the afternoon and bedtime snack of, you guessed it, more protein!)
5 egg whites and a cup of broccoli with 1/2 cup of cottage cheese and a 1/2 cup of pineapple.
A turkey breast sandwich (one piece of bread only, girls) with a smudge of mayo and a few grapes. One big ass salad, with balsamic vinegar and a bit of olive oil, and (a whole can of) tuna salad with hummous.
And I gained a fucking pound - after 7 days of it. What the hell? But, I persevere, because Vegas in June is calling me, and it's wearing a cute bikini.