I did so phenomenally well with my workouts over the holidays that I got down to 15% body fat and won another membership to our gym. My workouts had me getting flippen ripped and then we all got sick and I have spiraled out of control ever since. It, again, sucks. This month we are having a 5000 squat challenge. Tommy smartened up. He bowed out gracefully, or not so, and me, well, I the not-so-smart one, took the challenge head on. Some days I walk funny... ok, funnier than normal, because of it. At any rate, all my workouts are in suckdom mode.
I have no desire to use our beautiful pull up bar we have in the garage now. I was up to 7 in a row without dropping to shake the hands but then I just started grimacing when I got under it. I absolutely loathe the squat bench I use everyday. I walk by it and flash terrible hand gestures to it. Like it will hurt its feelings or something. Like it really cares. I even kick it sometimes. Like a dog that has been bad.
I woke up this morning with one thing on the brain. I have a wedding to go to in a couple weeks and my butt needs to shrink....... and my shoulders need more striations and my abs... well, they need cosmetic surgery but that is another story.
So onward and upward because it really sucks,
sucking!
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