Whew! Is my butt sore! Ena was too ill to Bring It on Tuesday night (we had an evil plan to Bring It 3X/week, which is, of course, way less than the 6X/week prescribed by the program, but way more than we can handle), so we Brought It last night (Thursday). And I only fell/flew out the door of Ena's garage twice while trying to do wall squats, before Ena shot the dead bolt for me. Note that we tried a different "music and cues" option and found out that we CAN make Tony zip it. No more yackity-yack from Tony while we're trying to Bring It (I'm makin' the universal sign for yacking with one hand and rolling my eyes appropriately, but you can't really put that into print) -- and the P90X officially gets a 5-star rating from this middle-aged pudgy lady! Kudos for giving us the option.
So not only did we Bring It to our legs and backs (which made our glutes sore - wtf?), but we felt so energized when we were done, that we did 20 minutes of Power Yoga with the Yee to relax. Have I mentioned I love the Yee? So we were FRICKIN' AWESOME for two nights in the last week. I still have lots of back fat, and am tippin' the scales at 114.8 (see what I mean with the point 8?) tonight in my new Athleta Walking in the Woods skort. (I am amused at my continued purchase of sports wear from Athleta, which I wear almost daily, as if I was a really active/athletic youngish woman. My little joke on the world. Ha.) And we will be Bringing It again Saturday morning.
OOOOh. Gotta go -- Jack is about to tell Tom "You can't HANLDE the truth!!!!!" (Someone alert crazy Kelly B, so that she can see where the phrase actually originated -- Al Sharpton, Al Sharpton!!)
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DID!"
Go Jack. One of his best roles.
"I'M GONNA RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND PISS IN YOUR DEAD SKULL!" Can I say that in my blog? Too late.
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