The day after cheat day tends to be miserable, but today was just awful. I finished up yesterday with a cookies ‘n cream milkshake from Steak ‘n Shake, and resultantly spent my morning feeling miserable. I’ve been told my whole life that I’m probably lactose intolerant. I’m pretty sure that after going with no milk for several weeks and then blasting myself with a milkshake proves that I probably am.
While my morning was flushed down the drain, my afternoon was not. I tried a new workout plan while in the art building in between pieces (yes, I felt ridiculous). Max Capacity Training has no weights, lasts only 16 minutes, and guarantees six pack abs in 12 weeks (we’ve heard more ludicrous claims, 4HB people!).
“Only” 16 minutes is an understatement. I was pretty toasted after the second round of push-ups and wasted by minute nine. That said, it’s a great workout. I’ll probably do it again Tuesday.
Because I wasn’t feeling well, I had a late breakfast, skipped lunch, and a late dinner. I’m a little under for the day.