Today, it rocked my socks off, seriously. I LOVE weight lifting, there's something so empowering about it. Makes me wanna RAWR. So we did some back stuff today. then used dumbbells. Scott likes dumbells. I for one, think they might be the death of me. I did bench pressing. LOVED IT! L.O.V.E.D it. Then there comes MetCon. My arch nemisis. I did, 90 step ups, 90 squats, 90 pushups and 60 should lifts. HOLYFUCK! I rock.
There's nothing like threatening a girl with a liver transplant to get her motivated eh?
Yesterday morning I was diagnosed with a more severe form of fatty liver disease. I just happen to have the kind that makes the liver inflamed and scars it also. I'm about halfway to a liver transplant as my GI told me. Wanna talk about a plethera of emotions?? I CANNOT blame myself, but it's hard not too. Hard not think that if I would have just lost that weight sooner I would be going through this shit. But I am, and the only place to go from here is up. So here I go, up up and away!
My legs hate life but that's ok. It's all worth the pain. No pain no gain right?!?!
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