Tomorrow's the big day.
I'm starting a new program. I am sick of working out at the gym 5-6 days a week, and looking like a couch potato. The mommy-belly has got to go. Unfortunately, no sane person has devised a program where teenager-appetite meets mommy-metabolism, and it all evens out.
So it's time for Insanity.
60 days, starting tomorrow. It's going to hurt. I may cry. But I absolutely can NOT quit.
I sure don't look like the professional athletes and dancers on the dvds, and I don't expect to. I have realistic expectations (I hope I don't pass out from exhaustion!), but having a cheering section will go a long way in getting me through the first week. And my husband is my biggest fan, having plunked down the cash and ordered the program. He's the one who got me back into the gym habit a few years ago so that I am now ready for this. And he's the one who actually looks like he works out 6 days a week.
I'm ready to look the part, too. Who's with me?