It’s raining outside. I am ready to go into a semi-comatose state, but first let’s talk about some exciting changes. I have made my workout split more challenging by adding more muscle groups to be worked per day and making sure each set of muscles only get 2-3 days of rest before it’s worked again.
Thursday: Rest day
I am tired of saying I’m going to do HIIT cause I never do. Now i’ve come to a point where i’m not going to force myself to do it. I am getting to where I want to be physically and mentally with IIFYM and lifting so I don’t find the need to force myself to do intense intervals. But I must admit sometimes I feel like ‘punishing’ myself (okay, it’s actually rewarding) with cardio. Very rarely though, mind you.
My new macro split has me eating less carbs (just 30g less, I still gorge on pasta and ice-cream) and less protein (What I was doing before could have damaged my kidneys. My bad)
On an other note, I found this on Instagram.
Today my intake was: food
My weight: doesn’t define me
My target weight: doesn’t exist
My bones: are under my skin.. I don’t care if they can/can’t be seen
I have: body fat. I need body fat to live.
I deserve: to eat.
I am sitting at 52kg right now and I am okay with it. I am okay with not being size zero, okay with not being below 50kg and I am okay with my appearance, including every single flaw. At the end of the day I am healthy so why the hell shouldn’t I be happy? (This was not found on Instagram, by the way)