I can’t put my arms down

This is Day 3 of the “Just Lose It” contest, and today was Leg Day with Paisley at the gym.

But legs weren’t really on my mind.

My arms are killing me. I can’t even straighten them out. They are so sore from Monday’s weight-training session, the first in about five years (I think), that they’ve been bothering me the past two nights as I try to sleep.

You could say I have a bad case of Randy Arms because, well, I can’t put my arms down.

When I’m standing up, I look like Randy from “The Christmas Story” the way my arms hang. I might be mistaken, but they even feel swollen.

The only time I could straighten them today was while I was laying on my back, doing hip thrusts to work on my hamstrings. Gravity helped me out.

Paisley has told me repeatedly that diet will be 85 percent of getting me to my weight loss goal. “I can’t believe this is only 15 percent,” I said today after doing a set of lunges.

“Yeah, but it’s a very important 15 percent,” she said.

My Randy Arms sure can feel it.

Food Journal
Breakfast: 2 scrambled eggs on Ezekiel bread and very small serving of almonds
Snack: Banana and that crappy protein drink (where’s the beefcake?)
Lunch: Sonoma chicken salad (with celery, walnuts and grapes)
Snack: Small serving of oatmeal
Dinner: Pork loins, brown rice and steamed vegetables
Snack: (skipped)