For starters, it is only barely ten A.M. and I would shove this pizza in my face. As much as I love traditional breakfast food, I would and could eat just about anything for breakfast. And believe me, I have. Leftover chimichanga? Probably not my best decision, but that didn’t stop me.
Unfortunately, my previously iron stomach has been simply eating itself lately as I’ve been having to take two to three servings of Tums per day, typically after meals. Okay, I definitely derailed my train of thought there. I don’t just post about stuffed crust pizza in my blog, regardless of how delicious it looks.
I just wanted to let the world know about a brand new use of the word “stuffed crust.”
Stuffed crust is the word H and I use for our aesthetics in a certain department–specifically legs. Examine the picture again.
Now think of veiny, muscle laden legs with a smidge of padding on them from your post-bulk season. Similarities?
Murdertown just stuffs my crust. Yesterday was the beginning of our “3” week from 5/3/1 model and, more specifically, front squats. The ball joints in my hips will probably never be the same from this.
Besides our FS, on our workout plate we had presses, dumbbell rows, shoulder presses, and sit ups.
Unfortunately for my workout, I had a serious difficulty getting out of my own head until about the last set of my dumbbell rows. This is due to the fact that there was some resolution to some ex-boyfriend drama and I’m still quite unsure about how I feel about the whole situation. I had been harboring this dead weight of guilt for how things turned out for so long that I didn’t know how to manage with that burden gone…therefore my generalized anxiety got pretty cranked.
But you know what? It is going to be okay.
I have to remember that.
Also, regular squats on Wednesday (tomorrow). My legs will go from stuffed crust to stuffed cheesy bread. You know the monstrous creation. Domino’s developed it, essentially guaranteeing that one could overdose with cheese.
Overdose on squats? Yes please.