Wednesday, May 16, 2007

21 Days...

I've heard that it takes 21 days to make a habit...I'm ready to throw in the towel after 2. I'm on another exercise kick.. Started Monday. It's Wednesday. I'm tired, y'all. Michael is my trainer and counts my reps for me. He's hardcore. And takes his role very seriously. I'm thinking a drill sargent in training. I've walked, I've done crunches, back extentions, push-ups, lunges. I'm sore.

I'm pathetic.

But seriously ... I'm keeping up with it this time. And if I don't ... please kick my butt and tell me to stop whining. But do it nicely so I don't get my feelings hurt. Not like Michael who calls me a pansy ass girly girl. Alright he might not say anything remotely like that ... but it was used for effect.

Let the good times roll.

2 comments:

Kim said...

You go girl! Do you think Michael would come to my house at 5:45a.m. and drill ME??? I need him! I need to catch the exercise bug because it flew away several weeks ago and I can't seem to get it back!
Hang in there- the first few weeks are the hardest and then you'll miss it when you DON'T. (I know, hard to fathom, but you will!)

Love and sit-ups...

Liz said...

You crack me up! Go with the excercise, girl. Join me for Pilates any time, well, not any time, Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 5:15 am. If I can do that, you can do a few crunches pansy ass girl (heehee, I just had to use it).