So it turns out that I haven't tried EVERY workout video known to mankind. There's still Zumba. (And I really never did give the Cardio Ballroom a fair shot -- Ena and I tried it after LOTS of alcohol one night and only managed about 10 minutes worth. And frankly, I don't remember whether it was good or bad, so I haven't REALLY done it yet.) But you know I'm totally going to get the Zumba DVD before I ever try the stupid Cardio Ballroom thing again. Plus I still haven't Brung It yet.
But Ena's back from Down Under and we have big plans to use her garage to Bring It. Unfortunately, I found out last night that Bringing It apparently requires us to repaint her frickin' garage. I can't even remember why this morning, but it seems like it had something to do with the projection of the P90X video on her walls. But then she remembered that she has a screen, so maybe I'll get out of painting. Anyway, as soon as my face swelling (another frickin' allergic reaction to God-only-knows-what that gave most of my face a 2nd degree burn with blisters that turned to scabbing and massive swelling) goes down and I look less like a citizen of Mongolia (because it totally made my cheeks fat and red and squeezed my eyes half shut), I'm ready to Bring It.
But I put the Zumba dvd into my cart anyway.
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Sigh. Just FIVE pounds, Baby Jesus! How hard can that be? I've been good. Kind of. Mostly. Shit, don't I get points for good intentions? Don't make me ask Santa.
