I woke up 2 inches shorter this morning. My hamstrings had cramped up until my toes curled like little elf slippers. Am wondering, if I get shorter from all this exercise, will I wind up looking fatter than ever?
And I still feel fat. Why is that? Perhaps it's just this week with Mother Nature, you know? Because I've been eating pretty good. (The sausage in this week's soup is lean turkey sausage, so that's like eating spinach, right? Plus I'm pretty sure that the kale in the soup has negative calories that cancel out the sausage. I should get bonus points for even thinking about eating kale. And I haven't seen a frickin' cookie in like a month.) And I've been working my ass off at the ol' CPBC for two mornings now. I expect to be so cramped up by tomorrow morning that I can't get out of bed. And I don't know what will happen by Friday.
Perky overachieving Anne wasn't at boot camp this morning. So I planned a coup and should be in charge by tomorrow morning. Under my regime, there will be no more high impact crap. All that running? Gone. Jumping? I don't think so. Plyometrics? History. There will be some weights, some really fast walking, and lots of yoga. Ahhh. Heil Tracy!
They'll thank me later.
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