Yes, that's been my mantra since I rolled groggily out of bed this morning. I did it. Finally.
I moved my Ab Lounge into the living room where I just couldn't ignore it anymore. Every time I took a bite of
"You know you shouldn't be eating that"
"I know. Shut up. It's good."
"Weren't you just bitching about the large quantity of not-so-flattering flab hanging off your stomach? Like not even 5 minutes before you scarfed that down?"
"Yes, but I said shut up. I'm hungry and it's good."
"Well, now that it's gone you should really get over here and use me"
"Umm..yeah. I will do that. First thing in the morning. I promise"
Well, of course tomorrow morning never came. I mean...the morning did arrive..just not me actually exercising. Finally after 4 days of listening to the stupid machine mock me, I gave in.
Yesterday morning I pulled it out, popped in the dvd that came with it (I hadn't done that once since I had been using it) and began my work out. I totally forgot how much I love that thing. It's so easy. And after 30 minutes I was done and feeling pretty good. I wasn't sore at all! Total bonus!
No soreness of course means that I'm not nearly as out of shape as I thought I was. And my theory that all this afore mentioned flab was simply due to my oh so trim pre-childbirth figure stretching (haha...yeah. Who am I trying to fool here)? Totally plausible!
However, the first thought in my head this morning: "OMG. OMG. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts."
Followed by: "Hurt is good. Hurt is good. Hurt is good."
As much as every sneeze, cough, laugh, bend and movement hurts this morning, I feel great knowing that I finally did it and that the "hurt" will be the reason I keep doing it.
Flab be warned. I'm armed, and I'm dedicated, and you will be banished!
