Day 7:
Exercise: Today was supposed to be X-Stretch. Since I took Kempo X off, I went to see my trainer. I finally feel like I'm back to where I was when I was going to him 6 times a week in fitness, after only a week of P90X. I pushed harder than I have in months, and felt great. I wanted to keep going. It was pretty awesome.
Eating: I don't really remember how it went. I do know that I'm starting to be a little lax with things. And I know that shit needs to stop. Trigger foods are definitely bread, peanut butter and honey. I need to get them out of the house and make them generally unavailable.
Day 8. This is when I weighed in at 190.2 pounds. Still find it intense that I've dropped 6.4 pounds in one week.
Exercise: Today is starting another round of everything I did the first week. At least now I know what I'm in for. Chest and Back today. Still don't have a pull up bar. Oops.
... Rocking out the pushups, rocking out the modified pullups with the bands. I'm not pushing through on the first round because I know round two is coming, but I WAIL on round two. As I'm doing my close grip pullup modification, my band snaps, and both sides ricochet towards my face like a 1" thick rubber band. They miss. I guess I'm done with pull-ups for the day. Tony confirms it, it was the last set. A few more exercises and we're through. Cool down is done, and Ab Ripper X starts. I do as much as I can. I still feel like a baby. Feels good to be done.
Eating: Still trying to stop falling off the wagon here. It's not bad, but it's not what I need to be doing. Starting to annoy myself. I need to find a way to stop immediately going for carbs when hungry. I will lock this down again.
Day 9:
Exercise: Another round of Plyometrics await. Last week I did it in the morning and I almost didn't complete the workout because I could barely move. None of that shit this week. I'll do it after work. BUT WAIT, A WILD HAPPY HOUR APPEARS. IT USES BEER. ITS VERY EFFECTIVE...
Eating: So I go. Because it's my buddy's leaving the state. Of course, it's at a mexican restaurant. Where they have unlimited chips. And 2 dollar beer. So I end up having 2 beers and some chips. Probably 200 calories of them. Not terrible. Then they bring out cake. I DENY YOU, CAKE! It's weird. People were actually visibly upset with me for not having cake. I'd spent the past 30 minutes telling these same people I'm doing P90X and I'm already off the wagon with the beer, but they're literally trying to shove this cake down my throat. Jesus people, I just don't want the fucking cake, get over it. They can't get the concept that "just one slice" is one slice of calories I'll need to burn off, and eating it just creates more work for me than I feel like putting myself through! By this time, I resent the cake, and any feelings I once harbored about wanting to even try the cake has turned into a bitter hatred for this mind controlling cake that turns people into raving lunatics. Also I had a high calorie meal to try and curb my cravings. I think my body just wanted it, and I chalked today up to my first cheat day of the program.
Exericse: Again: So I get home at 8pm, and I have a choice. Pussy out or do Plyo. I rocked that motherfucker. And it SUUUCKED. But I did it. And now I am 10% of the way done with the program.