I skipped the gym on Thursday; the physio warned that after treatment my back would probably hurt more, and it did, so I decided to give myself a rest. But I went in today, intending to bench, then try squatting to see if it hurt or not.
- Lots of stretching!
- Bench: worked up to 5 sets of 5 @ 35kg
- Dumbbell floor press: 3 sets of 10 @ 12.5kg
- Squats: worked up to 5 sets of 5 @ 60kg
- Good mornings: 3 sets of 7 @ 20kg
I took it all very slowly & carefully. I could feel the injured part of my back when I was squatting, but it didn’t hurt per se. I guess the proof will be in whether or not I can get out of bed tomorrow morning.
In terms of making weight, not eating much food has made me a bit miserable over the last couple of days. Last night I had a horrible dream in which I was weighing myself over & over, and never getting the same weight twice (thanks brain!).
I intended to weigh myself at the gym today and to be frank, I was dreading it. But, I got on the scales post-workout and was pleasantly surprised. It’s only the first week, so things may change, but for now it’s OK.
I’m finding this all a massive headfuck at the moment, though. To go from someone who has no issues with food & is happy with her weight, to someone who frets over every mouthful & has nightmares about scales, seems to be the opposite of everyone else’s experience of lifting. And I won’t deny I find it annoying to read exhortations to throw away the scale (literally everywhere in the fitness/lifting sphere) and embrace gaining weight when… well, I can’t (and I’m the “wrong” kind of heavy for those articles, anyhow – the verboten fat kind).
But meh, I’ve ranted about that before.
It’s only 4 weeks until the Farm Open now and I guess it’s 50:50 if I will make it there. I’ve no doubt my back will be better by then, but I’ve already missed a week of training. I suppose all I can do is cross my fingers.