Hello and welcome back to the exciting life of The Huntster!  It's been almost a week since I've posted, so I'll try to condense everything without being too verbose.  On Tuesday I went for my first personal training session at New York Sports Club with Saul.  HO-LY Crap!  I am soooooooooo out of shape.  All it was was him and a big rubber band with handles checking out my posture, flexibility and core strength.  I could just see the look in his eyes.  So basically it breaks down like this: I have no core strength, my posture is bad, my flexibility is shot and I have no endurance.  Well, at least the only place I can go is up!  :-/

 

                      

           How Saul sees me.                                                     How I see myself.

 

Wednesday morning, I'm so freaking sore.  It's just embarrassing.  I used to row crew in college, so I am familiar with working out.  It's disheartening to see how far I've dropped.  Especially when you're huffing and puffing with 8 lb. weights while Charles Atlas is working out next to you.  Oh well, I'm doing this for me and for Keren, not for them.  Plus, their balls are probably shriveled from too many steroid injections.

 

Wednesday night is pool night again.  I'm watching the calories (and the $) so I wasn't drinking.  At first.  Then, I proceeded to get my ass kicked by a chick that came in so drunk, so she could barely see straight.  Seriously.  Bring on the whiskey!  I was good, only had about 4 drinks and went home.  I was so frustrated.  Grrrrr.....  Oh well, there's always next season.

 

                     Pool's so much fun!  Anybody want to take me on?

 

For breakfast, I have Keren's awesome egg muffins and some coffee.  For lunch I've got my homemade chili, which is great.  I love it!  For dinner, I'll munch on a variety of snacks, from hard-boiled eggs, to cottage cheese, to baby carrots, to low-fat string cheese.  This South Beach diet thing's not too bad!

 

On Thursday, I'm back in the gym again.  Not fully recovered yet from Tuesday, but let's do this.  Saul starts me out doing a circuit.  Jog in place, jumping jacks, lunges, squats, chest press, shoulder press, repeat.  Never stopping.  We do this for about 20 minutes when I start to get a little woozy.  He keeps telling me to "man up" and keep going, which I don't like.  I know he's trying to pump me up, but I take it as kind of insulting.  Tell me "you da man" or something, don't belittle me.  Anyways, I had to stop and rest a little.  My body's just not used to the amount of exertion I'm putting it through.

 

Friday I have put aside as a drinking night.  Woo hoo!  We are had dinner at an Austrailian couple's house.  Keren made crab-stuffed mushrooms that were phenomenal and Christine made handmade tortellinis with meat inside, in some yogurt-mint sauce and white rice.  She wanted to show us some middle-eastern style cooking as she is Palestinian by background.  It was quite tasty in a unique way.  And obligitory wine consumption.  Duh!  Then it was my friend's bday party, so we met up and did some good old fashion Friday night drinking!  I can't tell you how much I drank as it would be considered "binge drinking" (5 drinks in one night. seriously?  5 drinks?  all night?)  So technically, let's see, a glass of white wine before dinner, a glass of red with dinner, another glass after dinner, a miller lite beer at bday party along with a celabratory Jameson shot.  So I'm already "binge drinking" 5 minutes into my night?  Stupid.  Well, let's just say I didn't end it there.

 

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Saturday, woke up at "La Monstra's."  So come AM, had to get up and sacrifice a young virgin to appease the beast.  (Actually, I just made some sunny-side up eggs and put them over some more crab-stuffed mushrooms.  Unique and quite yummy meal!

 

I weighed myself in the morning. 178 freaking pounds!  Holy cow!  I lost 8 pounds????  Granted, it was the morning and you always weigh a couple of pounds less, but still!  This makes me very happy.  I feel like my goal is attainable.  Let's see how much I can lose!

Then we went looking at apartments, like the little yuppie couple we're turning into!  :-)  The first one we saw was perfect, but when the realtor was letting us in, the first thing he says is, "So the place is great, but the only thing is that the landlord doesn't want you to have any parties."  WTF!?!?  Keren just turned back and looked at me like, "Well, there goes that apartment..."  Seriously, no parties?  So that place was out.

 

                                   My parties are freaking legendary!  ;-)

 

Then we went shopping for the week and headed back to her place.  We did a LOT of cooking when we got back.  Which was fine, because college football was on!  Love it!  We made more egg muffins (layer spinach, feta cheese and fill with beaten eggs for one flavor and layer mild chilis, scallions and shredded mexican lowfat cheese for the other) and then I chopped lots of veggies for our dinner.  We're going surf and turf a bit with crabmeat coated sirloin steaks.  Mmmmmm....... Tossed the (imitation) crabmeat in the food processor, then mixed it with chopped red onions, lite mayo and some parm cheese.  Cooked the steak on the stove, then but a 1/2 inch thick layer of crabmeat on top, added a little more cheese and threw it in the broiler for 5-10 minutes.  Turned out great!

 

 

I am soooooooooooooooooooooooo sore that every time I get up or sit down, I yelp in pain.  Keren keeps thinking I cut myself with the knife.  My body huuuuuuuuuuuuuurts.

 

For my week's worth of food, I decided to go with a chuck roast and veggies.  Keren has a slow cooker, so I'm gonna toss it in there for the night and add the veggies (zucchini, yellow squash, acorn squash) in the morning for the last hour or so.  Watched movie, passed out.

 

SUNDAY FUNDAY!

 

The Giants are playing the Eagles, so Keren and her roommate Diana are hosting a football party starting at noon.  I ate a two egg muffins and some scallions for breakfast.  Diana made some 11-alarm chili.  F the 5-alarm, she went (unintentionally) for the jugular!  There were all sorts of unhealthy options to eat, chips, brie, etc... but I made do with some baby carrots and (yes) some miller lite.  Giants lost, sonofabitch.  Oh well.

 

Then we walk down to my apartment, caught up on some DVR and watched a movie.  I had a midnight snack of 3 hard-boiled eggs and hit the hay.