My sister-in-law (who is an exercise freak—you know you are, M) has more than broadly hinted that I may actually like this punishment known as BootcampwithJess. It borderlines on accusation even.
I checked a couple of facts:
FACT: I asked my instructor to give me a list of exercises I can work on while I am out of town next week—in a hotel without a workout room.
FACT: I actually checked the hotel amenities to see if they had a workout room.
FACT: I pushed myself on Friday to do pushups after my 55-minute elliptical workout.
FACT: Tonight I saw a signup sheet for a THANKSGIVING DAY workout—and I hurried and signed up because there was only one spot left.
FACT: Something is seriously wrong with me.
I need my head examined. A copy of the brain scan:
This clearly indicates that the lack of Diet Coke over the last two weeks has resulted in a severe shortage of chemicals to my brain and I am suffering from serious mental incapacity. Yes, you guessed it:
Intervention is needed! Anyone…anyone? Hurry, before it’s too late!
On the other hand, I have lost 3 lbs. since I started…