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A.M. -
So, I've just spent 15 minutes trying to figure out how it is 365 days, but my blog numbers make it like 366. I know I'm missing something and probably it is terribly stupid. Maybe it was my way of again not working out in the morning.
Hubs said that I shouldn't overdo it or I will quit. Yeah, that's a good thought. I woke up this brisk morning and my body is slightly achy. I think that means I'm doing the exercises and stretches right.
Help, my body is protesting, but I can already tell that I'm feeling better. Well, except for the fact my nose is snuffly, but that is something else entirely. Guess I'll go get ready to work and then tonight, work out and write about it. Have a great day.
P.M. -
Well, twelve minutes on the elliptical, an arm workout, a leg workout, and some abs. I'm actually getting into this. I know, it's only day three, but still, you have to start somewhere. It's weird, I get get on the treadmill and power walk a good forty-five minutes or so and be fine. But this elliptical...well, that's a whole other torture chamber. I don't know if it is the working of arms, legs, and cardio rolled into one machine or what, but WOW!
I do about three minutes, then do the arms as light weights and cardio, three minutes, then legs, well, you see the trend here. Hubs and I were talking about some random actress that recently lost a bunch of weight. Oh wait, it was Jennifer Hudson, actress/singer extraordinaire...he said that she did it fairly quickly.
My thought was, heck yeah, if I had millions, could afford some hot, cabana boy to come to my home and work me out (clean minds, please), fix my food, count my points (Ms. Hudson used Weight Watchers), and didn't have to worry about my next paycheck, well, shoot yeah, color me thin.
But, in the real world, we have jobs (real ones that don't make us millions), and kids that require our taking them to days on end of dancing and other activities (not a nanny), and no hot Adonis to work us out. It is our own motivation. We do it because we want to, not because our next job depends on it.
And my thought is, that makes my wanting to improve myself real. Because, I'm real. I'm not just what you see, but so much more (no pun about weight). So, I'm going to take my sweaty self, grab a shower, and anticipate much book writing this weekend about my life and how who I am doesn't revolve around a number on a scale. I just hope the number goes down...I'm just saying...
Sarah: Pain is weakness leaving the body!! It's true! Hang in there! (10/14/10)