Sometimes I just think that if I work really really hard, that God will bless my efforts...right? That's the way it works, right? Well, it seems like the devil sure ain't likin' that much, because just when I think, "hey, yeah, I can do this..." all HELL comes breaking loose.
Tonight I ate my access bar at 6:45pm...got the kids settled with some TV for 15 minutes, telling them I was going to work out soon - nursed the baby, she's sound asleep, put her down and RIGHT AT 7pm ON THE NOSE, when I turn on the DVD, she wakes up crying...and it's now 8:28pm and she's STILL CRYING.
Micah insisted on "shredding" with me, as did Shira, so I had to keep yelling for them to move lest I step on them. Tobin played his standard oblivious card and ignored my 4 requests to put the dogs away so I didn't have to deal with THEM in the mix too. So by the time I was done with my 20 minutes, my heart rate was definitely up - in more ways than one.
I am sore today, but not unmanagable...there were days after my workouts at the gym that I felt like dying, this is just a low level sore, so maybe that ProFlex really worked! I am feeling pretty confident that my endurance level is coming back pretty quickly after a month off of workouts at the gym - and I can't wait to see how much easier it gets by Day 10.
Oh, and official measurements yet to come, but starting weight...(please don't judge me...) 152.8. YIKES!