From Spaghetti to Fettuccine!

Pumped up to deflated... Ugh!! Maybe next year Pats?

I hate to say this on the heels of the Pats defeat. But, shouldn't it feel wrong to feel this good? I walked into the house tonight, slowly, knowing the morale would be low. I was right. Peter's friends took off, likely in a hurry because a decent looking chocolate cake was just sitting there, lonely and untouched. Hmmm... I walked toward it, opened the box and the scent just came pouring out. That was enough to make me walk away. Funny how the smell of something so sinful makes you feel so satisfied. I approached the family room, cautiously. I saw my husband sitting there with a forced smile on his face. I knew he was bummed but at that moment all I can think of was how great my butt and hamstrings felt.  Seriously, that was my exact thought. I felt so guilty. It's sick.

I tried to liven the mood and to cover the fact that I was feeling good. Before I got home, Katerina asked me for another word meaning small and I said 'pee wee'. Katerina paused and then said, "The Pats will always be the best and the Giants should be called The Pee Wees". I thought it was funny for an 8 year old to say that. Peter smiled after hearing that. Mission accomplished!

Today, my legs went from feeling like 'spaghetti' to feeling like fettuccine. What does that mean? Well, spaghetti legs are wobbly, unstable and ready to collapse at any given moment. Fettuccine legs are somewhat wobbly but they are sturdier and stronger than its sickly competitor. And yes, I totally pulled that out of my ass but it makes sense, right?

Tomorrow is upper body day. I don't concentrate on one muscle/body part per session. I'm not looking to gain size. I am planning on working my bi's, tri's and shoulders and then maybe some abs. But tomorrow is also a special day, another good friend has decided to join the gym! Looking forward to our workouts my friend! Lights out...