Well, I finally did it.
I did not talk myself out of working out last night. Every fibre of my being tried, but I have 32 days left until it’s bikini time…and really…I have no room left to change my mind.
Procrastination is not my friend.
If I have done my calculations correctly, it seems I have been a couch potato for approximately 2 months.
My how time flies by when you are procrastinating.
So I got home last night and went straight to the dvd player and turned it on. It didn’t work. Somewhere inside my fat self I breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward to throwing on my fat pants.
No worries, Elle Bee to the rescue once again (pffft)
She fixed it….and suddenly I had no excuse left.
I sucked it up and got into my work out gear.
My intentions were to do the full work out. I only managed half.
I am not going to beat myself up over that though, considering it’s been about 2 months, my body is all new to this.
Tonight…I will try again.
Either way…a little bit of working out is better than no working out at all right?
I heard somewhere that muscle has memory. So why do my muscles seem to forget how much they hurt when I first started working out?
I do not need this kind of painful reminder!!!
Meh, s’ok…I’m kinda weird that way. I like the pain. Makes me feel accomplished you know?
No pain no gain….
32 days until bikini time. I am not quitting now.