This hurts me to say it, but I almost liked BootcampwithJess tonight. Almost.
1) No infractionary push-ups (yeah, I know it’s not a real word, but it is very descriptive).
2) I remembered my shirt and all other clothing bits and tents.
3) The instructor took my measurements today (needed the big measuring tape) but that cut about five minutes off my treadmill time which provided me with much-needed oxygen.
4) The instructor asked me if I was staying away from the 4 forbidden foods…
…and I could answer YES! (except for 1.75 of Grandma Litster’s homemade rolls on Sunday—I’m not a machine). No pushups for my confession, rather a “Good job, Ferran. Keep it up and the pounds will start dropping.”
A compliment! Combined with the other positive points enumerated above, it was almost good. Almost.
A picture of me tonight:
I know—I’m looking livelier, although my nose still seems to be missing…