Just in case you care, here’s a copy of last night’s workout. (I’m combining various HIIT/and muscle specific exercises for a variety of workouts) Also, I’m not a fitness guru, I’m doing this on my own, at my own risk. If you decide to follow my workouts, it’s all on you. I’m just a moron who can’t afford a personal trainer. You don’t have to be one, too.
By the time I was done with this half-hour…I was crying NO MORE! and I was sweating like a cold beer on a hot table.
I’m staying pretty focused and doing well with my daily exercising…I’m sore, but not in pain. I’m sleeping better and I’m pushing myself to do just “one more” and not quitting when my body wants to.
I’m struggling with keeping my core tight and maintaining appropriate posture when I get tired.
But it’s a process. And I’m showing progress, so no complaints here. (other than, FEED ME!!)
So last night…I had a dream about my ass.
Yep. You read that right. I. Had a dream. About my ASS.
I dreamed that I woke up one morning and was getting dressed and looked in the mirror and my ass looked like this:
Now you know why I’m doing all those damn squats. I know my ass is never gonna be this size, but if it could be that shape? I’d never keep my hands off my own ass.
Oh well. I’m always going to have a big butt (So WHAT?) and that’s why, this is my motto
let’s hear it for more, more, more lunges, squats and big ol’ butts that cannot lie!