Well crap. I am looking at the calendar. It is September 14th. In less than 7 months I will be 40. My goal was fat to forty to fab! I have the fat part down! UGH! I am almost 40. The fab part is a little harder to come by.
I was doing so well earlier this year, and then broke my foot in May. (Yeah, I know, I already whined about that.) I used that as an excuse for way too long. I made lots of excuses. They all boil down to Jenny = lazy!!!!!!!!!!
So, here I am again, trying to climb my way back out of this pit. I have let myself fall back over the 200 line yet again. *sigh* Every time I go below it, I claim "never again". Why does it have to be so freaking hard?
So, my plan of attack this time is brutal and drastic. P90X.
Yep. The big leagues.
I have cleaned my pantry.
I have taken my pictures.
I have taken my measurements.
I have read the nutrition plan.
I am off to do the fit test. RHR, pullups, vertical leap, pushups, toe touch, wall squats, becep curls, in and outs and jumping jacks.
Just thinking about doing the test makes me want to gag. I really really really hate exercise. How is a girl that hates exercise supposed to ever get fit and healthy? I guess I just have to do it and think of it as a nasty chore that I hate. And did I mention I really hate exercise? I'd rather do laundry, and I often tell people that laundry is the bane of my existence. LOL!
Okay, off to do the test. If I live through it, I will let you know how it goes :)