Let’s start the “clock” over, shall we?
I’ve taken two days off of shredding [damn you, Fallout 3…not really…I still love you…we can play later, right?] and Tucker has decided that we’ve MAJORLY slacked off. He’s numbered 30 days on our dry erase calendar and has decreed that we shall not stop this madness until we have completed 30 days with no breaks.
YES, DRILL SARGENT!!!
Every time I pop the DVD in, I have to remind myself that it’s only 20 minutes. 20 minutes that I would have wasted by sitting on the couch and perusing TMZ or by aimlessly flipping through channels. I can do 20 minutes.
In the spirit of our rekindled commitment [though I never uncommitted…Tucker’s just being all hard ass now] I bought some one pound hand weights at Target. Don’t laugh. I hadn’t been using any weights so I think that one pound is an admirable start. Also, the bitches were on sale-two for $4 AND they’re purple and sparkly. The sparkle is what’s important when you’re considering workout equipment. Trust me on this.
We did Workout 2 tonight and though I wouldn’t say that I loved it, I liked it better than Workout 1. It’s still about as enjoyable as shoving a ragged corn cob up my ass. [It’s a euphemism. I have no personal knowledge of how that feels. I’m just assuming that it would be uncomfortable in the extreme…unless you’re into that sort of thing…and I’m not so if you are, I don’t want to hear about it.] The movements in Workout 2 seem to get along with my body better.
That being said, there were a couple of things that they were doing where I literally stopped dead in my sweaty tracks and exclaimed, “What the fuck!?!”. They were doing this jazzercising shit that my head and legs just couldn’t figure out. So, I did “modified” jumping jacks. Modified because I have to hold my boobs.
It wasn’t nearly as much fun as it may sound.
Now, since I’ve recorded my daily journey, I shall go inside and beg forgiveness from my video game.