Today was my first day of a commitment...to P90X. Below is my "before" shot from the back. I feel awkward about the front shot...teehee. Excited to see the difference in 30, 60, and 90 days.
My new roommate (to be explained in a moment) got the DVDs for free from a friend. Since we didn't have the equipment to start Chest/Back, we started today with Plyometrics. It was an hour-long session of jumps, squats, and everything that made those legs burn. It was hard, and I felt like my legs would give out any moment. Later today we got the resistance bands and the chin up bar so tomorrow we're moving on to Arms/Shoulders & Abs.
Well, if you didn't know, a little more than a month ago I moved in with Michael. Things were great. I bought his Prius, spent time with his daughter, laughed a lot...
Then last Friday he came home at around midnight with glossy eyes, and after a few harsh words, I was mostly moved out the next day. I was homeless, staying with a friend from Rent, with my Prius and Acclaim full of my stuff. I got the last of it from the house today and have moved it in to a new house.
Another good friend from Rent was desperately looking for a place/roommate as well, so we found a newly renovated 2BR/2BA. It's pretty. I'm a little nervous about making it a home/insurance/blahblah, but I'm trying to keep a level head and make it work. When I realized the money that would be going into it, the first thing I hyperventilated about was travel. Travel is my drug - my dope, my crack, my speed. This 2 weeks in Las Vegas in July will ease me for a little bit, but lord, sooner rather than later, I will want to take flight. Then there's the rest of life, which requires money. Oops.
Rent overall went well. I did the crash diet and then kinda didn't care anymore, but I danced sexy in a half-top, blue latex pants, and leopard boots, and I totally rocked my little purple dress.
P90X...take me there! To my marathon! To Kilimanjaro! To a size 4!
