I am quite, quite glad this week is nearly over as it’s been a bit of a tough one. After having my disappointing peak bench session on Monday, I had my peak squat session last night; despite it not going as well as I’d hoped I don’t actually feel as despondent as I did about my bench. I suspect this may have something to do with upping my carbs improving my mood in general. I was feeling so, so bad on Wednesday until I decided fuck it, and drank 250ml of apple juice. The result was nothing short of a miracle.
My competition pb squat at 72kg is 92.5kg; last night I weighed 71.5kg at the end of the day (TOO LIGHT! TOO SOON!) and squatted an easy 80kg x 2, a comfortable 90kg and a hard 95kg. I attempted 100kg twice but no dice. The first one I just couldn’t lock out, and the second one I got stuck in the hole.
But, I’m feeling sanguine. Yes, I squatted 100kg twice before, but I was 3kg heavier and eating more (sugar, fast carbs, overall calories etc) than I am now. 95kg is a gym pb for me, so if I get that in a week I’ll be happy. I’ll be happier if I can get 97.5 or 100kg, but y’know…. 😉
I took a photo of myself in the changing room at Urban Kings after Pilates because I was actually a bit shocked at how I looked. The low-carb experiment left me feeling like crap but looking quite good (fsvo “good”). I feel like a traitor for liking how I look with a bit less belly bloat, but the payoff is that restricting what I eat is m-i-s-e-r-y and I don’t want to feel how I’m feeling, or eat what I’m eating, long-term.
Eating like this has definitely been helped by my boyfriend being away on business, because I just eat fewer potatoes/fries/chocolate/wine when he’s not around (and I watch more Battlestar Galactica). He’s back now, only for the weekend, then is away again for 2 weeks. So the final week before my competition will be easier in terms of what I eat, but harder in terms of not having him around to reassure me/use as a sounding board for my angst. Expect more angst on here, friends!