Hi all,
I’ve been in the middle of an interesting experience that I thought I would share, because I’m learning a lot from it, and I’d like to get your take on it.
On Friday, I trotted off to the gym just before lunchtime to do what I thought was going to be a quick UB workout. But it was one of those fabulous moments in the gym ... the place was nearly deserted, so I had my pick of machines and equipment. I hadn't done any exercise since Tuesday, and I felt great. I had had a big bowl of oatmeal about 10, and I felt like I had energy to burn.
And burn I did.
What started out as a quickie UBWO (I had been thinking chest and back), turned into a complete UBWO with some legs thrown in. (My rationale: since I hadn’t gotten in my usual Wednesday workout, I thought I’d make up for lost time.) Not only did I add exercises, I added weight. After following this thread, I thought, well, let's give it a go. I lifted more weight than I have in years and years. When I walked out, I felt great.
An hour later, I still felt great. But you know what's coming, don't you ... by 4, I was dying. No, not pain -- yet. I was exhausted. And I was starving. STARVING. I thought I had taken steps to prevent that: as soon as I was done, I drank a protein shake, and about 30 minutes later I had a really nice lunch because I had to do a tasting for a board dinner (tough job, but someone's gotta do it

) By 4, it was as if I hadn't had a thing to eat.
I ate some yogurt, then some cottage cheeze, and finally some pistachios.
That put a dent in my appetite, but by 7 I was hungry again. Then I didn’t want to eat a full meal that late, so I kept picking. And I went from clean to lousy food.
I just couldn't seem to set myself right.
I slept like the dead, and woke up Saturday morning tired. And Hungry. And I kept grazing. Then, starting Saturday afternoon, I started to ache, big time. ‘ course, by then, it could have been the lousy food I’d been eating, as well. But clearly, the extra weight was taking its toll.
This morning (Sunday), I finally feel recovered. I’ve waked the dogs, had the usual egg white omelet, and feel like I’m back on track.
So, here’s what I’ve learned:
1. Beware that burst of enthusiasm. It can be dangerous. Overdoing a weight lifting session can have unforeseen repercussions, especially in the early stages. Next time, I would stick to my original plan of chest and back. I think I could have added the weight and still been fine if I hadn’t added so many other body parts.
2. Next time I get that hungry, I’m going to go find a real meal, regardless of the time. I can see now that I would have been so much better off on Friday night if I’d had something like a chicken breast or steak, a baked potato and a big salad. I didn’t do that. I kept trying to fill up on half a cup of cottage cheese or something similar. No dice.
3. Saturday morning, I should have taken a walk, just to loosen up the body. I totally lost my mind-body link and awareness. I was tired and uggy.
So, what does anyone think? Does my assessment sound right? And, more important, are the “next times” the right way to go?
