Ouchie! My core...

I took an additional rest day yesterday because my abs were still so sore I didn't even want the waistband of my pants touching me.

I've also successfully entered my luteal phase, which means I didn't want to do jack shit yesterday except be cozy and eat all the carbs.

I ended up running a bunch of errands yesterday with my friend down the street, and we loaded up on groceries for meal prepping. I have plans for some homemade Chicken Gyoza to keep in the freezer (recipe will drop next week!).

Today, I'm not nearly as sore, so I'll do the Court of Sweat & Sass workout today, followed by some mobility work because my joints are a little stiff.

Michigan is currently doing this thing where it's trying to be April in February, and yesterday it was nearly 60F outside, Today of course, in true Mitten Fashion, it is 37F. Quite the drastic temperature fluctuation if you ask me, so naturally my bones are in revolt.

I have yet to workout outside this year, or in my new house. I live right downtown on a rather busy street, and that means that I have a lot more of an audience when I go outside to workout these days. Getting some major anxiety about it. I don't know why, it's not like I know any of the people who would be driving by, except maybe my friend right down the street and she's literally seen me in my underwear, so it really extra doesn't matter.

I relate this back to when people feel uncomfortable working out in a gym, and I totally get why. There's this feeling of being exposed, and vulnerable to anyone who might see you and think that you look silly, or why bother, or that there will inevitably be harsh or cruel judgement. As someone who never felt comfortable in Gym or PE class because I was ridiculed by other kids around me for being weak or chubby or whatever, the notion of being watched by people while you exercise is daunting and I totally get it.

I gotta get over myself though. Who cares really, if a stranger sees a belly roll while I do squats or lift weights? Who cares if someone I do know or have met before, sees me sweating? WHO FREAKING CARES?! It doesn't matter. What matters is that I feel good about my workout, that I put the effort in for myself, and that I stay committed to my goals.

That's what it really comes down to- my workouts are not a commitment to anyone else outside of me myself and I, so if a stranger or even an acquaintance gets an eyeful of cellulite or a belly roll- Merry Christmas, I hope you liked it.

Now, for some meal prepping.