Outnumbered Two to One

So I’m trying to get my soft self in shape with the help of a little bloggy group called HASAY , hosted by the incredibly relentless ever encouraging Casey . Let’s call this week 8, because that’s what everyone else is calling it.

This physical fitness thing, it’s not easy. See (and I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before) I hate exercise. A lot.

I loathe every minute of panting and sweating and heart pounding and muscle fatigue. It makes me angry actually. A fury I focus entirely on the pushy and chiseled Jillian Michaels, who hosts the 30 Day Shred DVD I’ve been exercising to.

Last week, I was prompted to move from Level 1 to Level 2. Call it a brief moment of insanity. Call it post Thanksgiving weekend remorse. Call it blind stupidity. But starting last Monday the die were cast and I began my second level Shredding in the evening hours, for 20 minutes while the kids tied up their loose homework ends.

It was…well, let’s just say it was. There were plenty of new moves to keep me furiously engaged. Moves like the ruthless squat thrust that made me feel like I was going to vomit an organ everytime I thrusted or squatted or both. Then there was the lovely plank pose that she used way too often for comfort, which when executed by moi more often than not resembled a warped two by four.

The good news - I managed to force myself to exercise four days in a row. That’s a record for me. And by the third day, I didn’t really feel like I was going to die during the cardio intervals. As much. I was also able to complete three man style push ups (as opposed to the sissy bent knee version I’ve been doing).

Can I get a woo-hoo?

I’m technically not watching what I eat, not counting calories or weighing myself in public anymore. There are far too many trappings and pitfalls this season that I’d rather not beat myself up over. So I pledge to not binge on cookie dough or polish off a five pound bag of candy corn, past that, I can’t make any promises.

My current goals are to get some exercise in daily (which is a constant struggle), move up to level three of shredding (without going in to cardiac arrest), and still fit in to my pants.

Works for me.

And for the rest of you HASAYers , may the force be with you.

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