i. hate. guns. i feel sick to my stomach about the mass shooting in Colorado. and i hate guns.
damn you, Seattle. it's dumping rain today. it's summer everywhere else in the country except here. so we will hang around on our happy fish duvet and Gemma will scream at the sun to come out of hiding.
in other news: i, Queen L, have begun a 30-day workout challenge. i am and always have been an exercise abstainer. it's so annoying. like, no i don't feel good after a workout. i feel sweaty and gross. but alas, babymaking and age have taken a toll on my body. and it's time to tighten up. my workout is about 45 minutes long. and while it only takes about 3 minutes to pull my spanx on, i figure 45 minutes a day to a better me might not be so bad.
that being said, i'm only on day 2. hahahahahahahaaaa and i'm so sore i could die. my groin, my legs, my abs, my everything. from. one. day. aye yi yi. but i am motivated to get back into shape! plus JJ is training for an MFing marathon and has the bloody nipples (that stain my sheets) to prove it. like, he just went and ran 9 miles last night. WHAT IS THAT?! the only reason i ever run is if someone is chasing me. he's crazy! but c'mon L. if JJ can run a marathon, you can handle 45 minutes a day of mild to moderate exercise.
well, now that i've written it for all you fools to see, i am trapped. TRAPPED IN THE 30-DAY CHALLENGE! i have even taken a "day 1" photo of my
anyway, here is my workout:
1. 300 situps/crunches/killmenows. apparently this is the workout on the P90X video. and apparently it works. because i feel like ass today.
2. a brisk 30-minute walk with dog and baby. alternating days of pushing G in a stroller and carrying her in the Baby K'tan.
that's it. nothing crazy, people. just 45 minutes a day for a girl who hates exercise.
so i'm off to do the 300. and the rude rain is supposed to be gone by 3, so we'll go for our walk then. wish me luck bitches.