Against my better judgement, I let Lucky Mama Yavonda talk me into joining her in a workplace Biggest Loser contest. This obviously has forced me to cast aside my previously lax attitudes about just trying to eat a little better and workout to kick the year off.
Instead, I decided to further pile upon myself by also signing up for my gym’s annual new year’s “Tight” challenge. You “win” by tightening up your flabby bits, basically, while doing a ridiculous list of exercises you’d otherwise never imagine doing unless someone was forcing you. Say, like 1,000 planks and 5 burpees. And what feels like 1,000 planks again, then 20 crunches. Plus swimming. And rowing. And running. Oh, and a yoga class.
Unfortunately, this week I’m developing a cold. Another challenge. And it’s literally freezing outside to boot. Ain’t no one happy ’bout that.
All this to say, yeah, OK world. You can stop asking me if I’m pregnant again now — I’m not, but I’m sure worn down about being asked that. I’m hitting the bricks for real this time. Down 5 pounds so far. #workingonit