Hey little floggers!

It's been a busy few weeks for me.  I wish I had my own nanny to mother my children while I sipped coffee and blogged all day.  Not really.  But kinda, sort.  But, no, not really.  But....


I had my mother's day weekend chow fest and loss some ground.  :(  Discouraging, but I'm not looking back. ** cough2lbgaincough**  I got to chat with my California twinsie the other night for a whole hour!  She really helped put the pieces together and was so helpful.  She knows WAY more than I can even pretend to know about any of this figure training stuff.   But she's got a down to earth "fuck it" mentality too.  I hope she takes that as a compliment, cause I mean it as a compliment.  Anyway- she started talking about things like "Drop Sets," and  "Carb Cycling" and I just kept saying "Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Right."  Like I was all cool and stuff.  And while she's talking I'm frantically you tubing and wikipedia-ing the bejesus out of my computer trying to keep up.  It a new world of learning techniques and names and sets and proteins and macro nutrients and supplements and styles  and blueberry tea and resting and compound sets, and...and...and the list can go on all mother loving day.  And for this home grown bootcamper that just sort of shows up and pushes herself until she almost pukes, but doesn't- that's intimidating.  BUT I'm getting there.  I feel like I need to take a "Lifting 101 class."

Anyway- so with that- I'm off to the gym!  I'm going to show up and look like a complete dork.  I have no idea how much to lift or what some of the exercises are that I'm doing.  I mean, some I know- but call them my own,  formal name like "elbows up" for upright rows.  I'm special like that.  I'm taking a printed list of exercises so that I can check them off the list.  Some have descriptions like: "the one where you look like you're kayaking."

This will be interesting....