Ow...Ow...Ow...

There's been a bit of stress lately. Various reasons and one of them kinda scary but no, still not ready to blog it, I'm too busy being hopeful. Anyhoo, I find myself stress eating like a mad woman some nights and though my clothes still fit, they are a bit snug here and there and I don't like that. The time had come to get back into a regular fitness routine (says the former workout junkie who had a quarter bounceable ass...now it's only a dime) and eat a bit healthier and cut back on the (*swoon*) wine. I've never felt better than when I was an excercise addict and truth be told, even my brisk walks aren't cutting it for my stress levels. I need sweat. I need grunting. Maybe some tears. That hot searing pain that makes you want to cry Uncle! Aunt! Grandma!

So I got this--->Skinny Bitch Fitness: Body . Four routines on one disc. Twenty minutes each. Abs, Legs, Arms, Ass. Oh. My. God. And I have to say, the skinny bitches (don't know if you read the book) are too fucking funny. They really are. And that distracts you.

My favorite part is when the little dark haired one does not know what to call out she makes noises. "And, mmm-mmm-nuh-mmm-ba-dum-duh-dum... and again!" etc. And they say ass and bitch and crotch and stuff like that. Plus, I go to do a Sumo wrestler move. And there was pain. Lots and lots of pain. I'd tell you more, but it hurts to type.

However, I proudly report I did not cheat and stop after a single section or three, though I was tempted. I did all four. And now I'm going to put on comfy clothes and get some wine and go sit down. If I can walk that far...(((mommy))).


XOXO
Sommer