No Pants Day. in The Napkin.

Sunday’s workout was great. Monday’s workout bombed. Yesterday’s workout bombed. Slept 10 hours last night and I feel so tired.

I don’t like skipping squat day, but bah.

The physical effects the mental. I don’t have a dedicated chart, but my mood does correlate with cumulative fatigue. Like a menstrual cycle. : ) I don’t see myself skipping tomorrow’s workout. Should get to bed earlier tonight. And with a snow day today, I should have a little more zing tomorrow. Week 3 is the end of the current cycle so. I’ll probably do a transition workout or two before I mark the next cycle in my log.

I like being organized, what can I say. If I marked “Week 22” in my log, it wouldn’t mean so much. But Cycle VI, Week I, Upper A. That’s specific. : )

But yeah, without getting too specific, the cumulative fatigue correlates with intrusive thoughts. It’s annoying. Be glad I don’t usually get around to writing every day, or you’d want to drag my sorry ass to a shrink.

It’s 2:31pm, and I’m so tired.

I’ve gotten through all of Stranger Things, and I love it. Maybe I’ll watch Several Kenobi tonight.

I don’t know what to eat. Probably will default to mac and cheese again. I know I just used italics, but eating mac and cheese isn’t necessarily a bad thing. We all have our favorites that we seem to eat monthly, even weekly, no matter what. As I say so often, after more workouts I have half a dozen eggs and a pound of ground turkey. At 158g, it stupidproofs my protein for the day.

My idea of a “cheat day” is permission to eat less.

Well.

Relatively speaking. I still eat a fuckton of chocolate and cookies.

If I ever say “oh, I won’t eat that, too many carbs”, it’s because my carbs are elsewhere, ha ha. It’s an inside joke with me, and me only. A superinside joke.

I can’t be the only one who has superinside jokes.

Oh. A girl I’ve seen at the gym cameoed in a dream last night. That’s a first. I say that I have zero shits left to give, but I still maintain the social graces to leave the ladyfolk well enough alone at the gym. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, it goes badly and I have to rearrange my entire gym schedule to avoid being around her because of how awkward it becomes? Ha, high school really is a microcosm of the world.