For more evidence, I present:
Exhibit A
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Exhibit F
But alas, early this year, I found myself contemplating yet another bulk order of Spanx (translation: super spandexy undergarments that condense your flab and internal organs into the limited space) from Zulilly when I decided it was time for something drastic. Oh yeah...I went on Amazon and bought a used copy of P90X.
It is everything I feared it would be. I have a love/hate relationship with annoying P90X mouthpiece Tony Horton right now and the first week I could not even lift my arms to shampoo my hair. By Wednesday, I feared that if I sat down on the couch, I might never be able to get up again.
I followed this program like a zealous groupie, even taking the "Before" pictures (and they are so frightening I didn't even let Husband see them!), taking all my measurements, and (cringingly) stepping on a scale only to find that I was at my heaviest weight ever.
30 days into the program, I could do more of the exercises and thought for sure, I would have made some progress. I had put in over 1000 minutes of exercise and even added extra runs each week since the Illinois Marathon weekend was looming (before you get too impressed, I was only signed up for the 5K). I gleefully redid my measurements and weighed myself.
3 lbs. lost. 1 inch off my hips. Everything else was the same. Luckily there was no bourbon on the house or I would have been tempted to drown my sorrows. Instead, I called my sister Susan and told her I had finally found the true cause of depression...exercising that much with NO RESULTS! She told me to get disciplined on the nutrition plan because I was now in my 30s and couldn't eat like I could in my 20s. (sniffle)
So alas, a quick trip to Walmart and I was loaded with Greek yogurt, granola, turkey jerky, spinach, string cheese, almonds, and whole wheat bread. Seriously, that is what the nutrition plan called for. Eating six times a day of some stuff that seems counter-intuitive (turkey jerky???).
Tomorrow is the 60 day milestone. I know I am 8 lbs. down and feeling a lot better. The real test will be my measurements. I'm still "looser in the cage" than I wanted to be BUT I finished my 5K two minutes faster than last year.
In other exercise news, Husband completed a half marathon last weekend and Eli and Katybird finished the youth run as well!
Darren bringing it home!
Eli came in 2nd in her age division...the kid she was next to was DETERMINED not to be beat by a girl. He crossed the finished line and collapsed, requiring medical attention.
She looks in pain here but she actually sauntered off at the finish line like she hadn't pushed that hard at all.
Katybird coming in for a landing. Pretty sure she was daydreaming on the route!
That's me in the Kermit the Frog green shirt beside my Rock Star SIL Dena (in the hot pink...head turned...making sure I am not laying dead on the astro turf).
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