Oh did I
forget to mention I started doing P90X? That’s probably because I wanted to see
if I could get through the first few days before I was actually serious about
finishing the program.
Day 1: Not as bad as I thought it would be. It was definitely a
challenge. I was sweating pretty much the entire hour, yes hour, of the work
out. The instructor guy, I think his name is Tony and I am too lazy to look it
up to check, is super funny. He sometimes acts like Michael Scott. He does his
own funny commentary which makes me laugh. Overall, felt good.
Day 1. Two hours after work out: Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Good burn of the legs.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Why does this house have so many stairs. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Bathroom
is too far away. No other option than to go on the floor.
Day 1. Two hours and 5 minutes after work
out: Feeling ashamed.
Why did I pee on the floor?
Day 2: Feeling good! Ready to take on the next challenge. Cardio
day! Things I’ve learned about myself: I would lose viciously in a fistfight. I
probably look like a tree trunk trying to dance. Not pretty.
Day 2. Later that night: Weights workout tomorrow. I’ll get up
early and do it. Yay me and my quest to be in
the best shape of my lifeTM.
Day 3. 5:35am: Dear god no. That can’t be my alarm. It’s
still dark out. It’s still yesterday. No no no no no no no no no.
Day 3. 5:45am: If I don’t work out this morning I won’t
have a chance to do it later. I will forever hate myself if I don’t get my lazy
ass out of bed and sweat.
Day 3. 11am: Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Want sugar and candy.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
But
seriously. It’s going pretty well despite me being a baby and not liking
getting up in the AM. I’ll post before and after pictures later, when I am in
better shape and my self esteem won’t plummet when I show my before pictures.
Here is a
rough translation of what I want my transformation to look like by the end of 90 days.
| DAY 1 |
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| DAY 90 |
