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I can’t move my legs this morning, but I’m still hopping mad.
Okay, not so much mad as disappointed. I used one of these recipe calculator sites and it counted my ingredient, raw honey, as a C-. I’ve been trying several recipe counters, and honey always comes up as a negative item.
Overall, the site gave my morning shake an A-, and I can feel every day how great it makes me feel and how satisfied I am in fullness, energy, etc. And really, I’m not worked up over the rating of the honey, but just disappointed that after all these years of increased knowledge about raw food, specifically our knowledge of properties like enzymes, antioxidants, phytonutrients, so many things still aren’t considered in evaluating the benefits of a recipe on every recipe site I’ve found.
Show me one recipe calculator that doesn’t assign raw honey a negative value based solely on its sugar properties and I’ll show you my flying pig…
Sugar is the devil.
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Of course, but not all sugars are created equal. Give me a good dose of bee vomit any day over something processed, and “refined.” I mean, honestly, do you really see me and “refined” in the same room together?
Okay, so maybe it did get me a bit more worked up than I expected.
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Speaking of worked up…I worked out yesterday and kinda, sorta, definitely made a booboo on the leg press.
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My trainer didn’t show up (turns out he got our workout days mixed up) and I decided to train myself. I knew I wanted a legs day, since I only have 3 days in Coshocton this week I wanted to do Day 1: legs/back/abs, Day 2: arms/chest, Day 3: legs/back/abs
Of course, what I want really isn’t relevant when I have a trainer, because I pretty much let him do the figuring and assessment for me. You might ask, if I have my own head on my own shoulders, why can’t I go ahead and train myself already? Well, maybe that will happen one day, but let me tell you why it can’t quite happen yet.
So Trainer Buttmunch (actually, I like the guy, but not showing up just pisses me off, considering I had confirmed January 2, 3, 4th at least 3 times with him) had not arrived and I decided to start working myself out.
I started with the leg press.
I knew he said we were around 100 pounds on the leg press, and I remember him putting 45 pound weights on either side..
See on this fancy leg press machine in Coshocton there are 3 bars poking out: two on the sides and one at the back. I always thought the two on the sides were where the weights go, and the one on the back was a storage bar for holding weights not in use.
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So when I looked at the leg press machine, I saw there were a couple weights on the back bar, but thought it was storage. So I dutifully added my 45 pounds on each side and got to work.
My legs have always been pretty strong, but with my bad knee, I can’t just do everything that the rest of my legs would like to do. Sometimes I catch my left leg cheating and taking on the full weight so the bad right knee doesn’t have any pain. This, of course, is why it seems half the muscles in my right leg don’t even work anymore. They get a free ride from lefty.
But even with my strong lefty, I couldn’t make the press move.
Still, I figured it was because I had been working out at home and my legs just weren’t used to the press. So I pushed harder. I had to put my arms on my thighs and push with both my thighs and my arms to get the press fully extended, but I did it. It really hurt, but I thought I was just really out of shape from not having good leg equipment at home. So I did three sets of 10. I could barely move it – my three sets were like maybe 6-8 inches each, but I was proud of doing them, despite the fact that my legs were screaming in pain and I had to use my arms to push my thighs to move the press to start each set.
I went on to other moves: squats, calves, etc., until trainer finally arrived and gave me a full workout. He looked at the leg press and determined I had just pressed like 290 pounds. Um… ?
So here I am this today, my left quad a tightly knotted, overworked mess, and my right knee as gimpy as ever. I joked with Trainer that now instead of a limp, I have a waddle, and he joked back about klunking me on the head to further remove pain from my knee.
You know, if you had shown me 290 pounds on that leg press and plunked me down on it, I would never have been able to push it. But THINKING that the weight was the same as it had always been, I managed to make myself do it. Granted, not without straining my quad and crying like a baby, but still…
Isn’t it amazing what the mind can do simply because it doesn’t know any different?
I know, I know. Much wiser people than me have been saying similar things about the power of the mind for centuries. (Probably the same people who would know better than to leg press 290 pounds when they are lucky to get 100.)
Still, can it really be a matter of mind…over matter?
Love, Marla
