Really, it's like a bunch of pink, blue and leopard monks doin' the wave at a little league game. I can't stand it. And they must be making a fortune off this hideous blanket wear. I know I watch too much late night TV -- I admit it, but do they HAVE to run the Snuggie ad every 15 minutes?
Anyway, I'm done with Boot Camp. And I must admit that I feel and look better, stronger, faster, and even a bit skinnier. I weighed in at 114.8 this morning -- my lowest weight. If I kept this up, I'd be HOT in no time. (For a middle-aged lady.) But I can't keep going, not just because it was a lot of work, but because I also missed a lot of work. This was right in the middle of the morning -- a class designed for soccer moms, with the only alternative the class for psychos who go to bed at 8 p.m. and get up at 4:30 a.m. (aka the middle of my night). So I'm going to have to figure out something that will give me that same kind of work out (it really was a great work out), like 3 days a week, at a reasonable time, near my house. I'm sure I'll work something out. Suggestions welcome. Anyone want to work out with me? We could jog to the park in my hood and do squats and lunges? Yes? Maybe after Thanksgiving.
All right, I'm gonna go Google some more boot camps. There must be one.
'night.
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