Saturday I was lucky and had two hours of PT in the morning including the IST (passed). So it was just my duty to find something for an hour. I may or may not have danced in my living room. With no pants.
Today was an easy two miles before a photoshot for my portfolio and helping a friend move. I figured I’d spend a few hours helping her move and wrap up tonight with a short card workout. Except out of the the five people she had there, two us weren’t pregnant. An 11 year old and me. So for the first hour I definitely pulled my weight lifting and carrying and running and trying not to scratch the walls, pretty much by myself. I was then promptly put back in my “woman place” when some of the guys (not pregnant) came by with the bulky furniture. I was directed to all the light items while they insisted on getting the heavy ones. Do you see my biceps?! I’m sure they were just being polite…
I’ve had to up my caloric intake to about 2,800, drink more than a gallon of water, sleep at least 7, and make a daily schedule and match it to a ‘t’. If I didn’t follow any of that, shit went bad fast.
So I have about 20 minutes left I need to cram in for this evening, not bad, but damn am I sore from the move.
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