If you look closely, you'll see I burned 735 calories in one hour of pure torture tonight. I, of course, smarted off in retaliation of all the pain and exhaustion my body was going through and it got me in trouble. One day I might learn (maybe). As punishment I had to run extra with weights, hold the clipboard with a pen on my legs while sitting against the wall, and switch with someone for heavier weights. If only being in shape and physically fit didn't have to be so hard. As I am writing this, I'm watching "I Used To Be Fat" on MTV and it is like this girl is taking all of the words right out of my mouth. It's a hard journey, but you have to mentally be prepared for it first. Sometimes I'm not in that mind set at all, but as long as I force myself to go to the gym and get that torture out of the way (and attempt to have some fun in the meantime) I feel a thousand times better. There's still a lot left in my exercising journey (ie a marathon at some point in my life), but in the meantime I can totally complain about it, right??
We can go to Zumba together and burned a few more calories when you come home. You qill like it.;-)
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