Then again, I'm also thinking: "Oh Lord, I'm so sorry I just bent over in front of you" and "Oh yowza- my feeties!", or "Oooo forget it, I'm taking my shirt off!" (Yes, that happened tonight).
I've joined a 90-day commitment to fitness on Facebook with some girl friends. We've all committed to 4+ times of workout/week for at least 30 minutes, being accountable with each other, and probably some kind of diet plan. Hubbins has said he'll do it with me, but he's not in the group since several of us (ugghhh) have posted "Before" pictures. We're (hubby and I) also going to take our measurements and weigh ourselves to see how this goes over the next 90 days.
90 days… Geez. That's no joke. It's not like the ~20 day things I've done before. This is through the holidays. This is through all the pies, mini candies, and CHRISTMAS COOKIES.
My heart is sad, but really, so are my hips. And my belly. And my chins. All the chins.
I'll be starting Turbofire tomorrow with my friend Abs and that should be interesting. She's at least done this before, but I'm just going to go in and see what happens. =P
Can I brag on the Bearded Wonder for a second? I try not to on social media, because gross, but man- this guy. He's so supportive with any and every thing, and I really don't know that I could even attempt this without him. Remember that time he dragged me to the gym? It's just because he cares so much. He did zumba with me tonight (HILARIOUS*), and he'll be doing Turbofire with me tomorrow.
Between him and all the support from these 90-day ladies… Man I feel like a rockstar.
OH! My shirt. Let's rewind to zumba for a second. This room was biggish, but there were also at least 15 extra people in there over what should've been comfortable. So while they had 2 fans blowing, they couldn't conquer the exertion everyone was exuding. It was marginally akin to the bikram yoga session, except more fun and with a lot of Spanish music. It was SO hot. Oh so hot. My pasty Irish skin was burning, and after mopping up a ton of sweat with my t-shirt, I finally said "Screw it" and threw it to the side.
I shook my tail feather in my yoga pants with my neon yellow sports bra and black spaghetti strap tank top. Not something I'd normally wear in public, but when it's a thousand degrees and you feel like you can't breathe, you also can't wear that much clothing. It's just not right. So I took it off and I danced danced danced!
|We're watching DWTS, and this just happened on live TV. My heart sang. <3 #CarltonForLife|
OK so that's where I'm at! Hopefully more regularly blogging now that stuff is moving, so keep your eyes peeled and subscribe to this silly thing! :)
How've you been in my absence? ;)
*Note: There's not much better than watching your husband twerk in a room mostly filled with women and 1 super uncoordinated guy. So good. It made the whole thing worth it. ;)