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I actually asked Aaron to take measurements today. I must be crazy, but maybe I was just feeling thin today. I really, really was expecting really, really bad news. I wanted it to be bad news so that I could feel bad and get back on the wagon! BUT, there actually was only good news - really, really good news. The scale said that I had gained 4lbs., so in the beginning - bad news, but then Aaron did the fat pincher thing, and crunched out all the little numbers on his calculator, and it turns out I lost 1.5% fat, lost 2lbs. of fat, and the 4lbs.?...that was a 4lb. gain in muscle! Woo Hoo!!

He also foamed rolled my calves with a broomstick on Mon. and again today!!! Hate him!!! Also made me do leg presses with 300lbs! I swear he thinks I'm like Chyna or something.

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Jammie J. said…
What is foam rolling calves with a broomstick? I don't like any form of exercise. I think it is just a sly sort of torture.
Foam rolling is this thing that physical therapists and some trainers use to get knots of really tight muscle (also called adhesions) out. It's basically to release the fluid that gets built up from not working out, working out too much, or not stretching enough. ANYWAYS...it's usually done by rolling these "foam rolls" (kind of like shorter, fatter, pool noodles) over important parts of your muscles, ie. calves, thighs...anyways...my trainer thinks it works better if he uses a hard ass broomstick to roll over my muscles...it hurts a lot worse than it sounds actually. Most people don't even know they have all these adhesions in their muscles...OK...can you tell I love this subject? I'll stop! LOL!

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