Ow. Ow. Ow. I think typing even hurts at this point. I had the world’s hardest workout this morning, and learned a few life lessons in the process:
Life Lesson #168: Eating oatmeal the night before a morning workout is a BAD idea, unless you like being jet-propelled.
Life Lesson #169: Never, EVER piss-off your Trainer. You may not live to see tomorrow, or you may not want to.
Life Lesson #170: Not eating anything before a workout will leaving you wanting to die after a workout, no matter how mad your trainer is.
Word got out that the other trainer’s work-outs were harder than our trainer’s. Our trainer didn’t like that. That complaint is no longer true.
This was the first time ever I came close to throwing-up after a workout, but that also may be because of Lesson #170.
All of this pain, instances of my life passing before my eyes, and sweat at least is paying off. Yes, I dropped a stinking POUND the first week, but I dropped 7 lbs. this past week. I’ll take it.
And after this morning’s workout, I think I also sweat off any calories I ever DREAMT of consuming. Yikes.
I’m off to recover. I have an hour and a half tomorrow in the gym. Pray for me.
In personal news, I had a glorious “girls weekend” this past weekend. We didn’t DO a whole lot, but with both of us being mom’s, we didn’t really need to. Relaxing was vacation. I also got to see an old friend from High School which was great. All in all, I would love to do it again soon. ![]()
Otherwise besides this physical torture I’m paying people to put me through, there’s not much news here. I’ll take it.




