I have learned that getting started with a workout is the most difficult for me; after I start I am usually okay. Well, today was no different; I wasn’t feeling all that Insane. However, I dug deep and finished my Day 3…again (remember, I fell of the wagon and had to start over…lol)
|This is not water, this is actual DNA removal (sweat)|
Working out alone is another area that is difficult for me, especially with a workout as extreme as Insanity. I love working out with my husband and our youngest daughter. I love the support of the folks who are following this blog (even if you don’t comment…lol), and I love making our 19-year-old daughter and 18-year-old son come out of their hideouts (bedrooms) and be our cheerleaders (no, they don’t like it, but who cares…lol). However, what I cannot stand is for someone working out with me to complain about how much they hate the workout and it is really bad when it is your spouse. I love my husband, lawd knows I do (in my best Miss Sophia voice), and I know that he doesn’t have the best knees due to football injuries however he knows this too. So I ask, why start the workout and complain about how difficult it is? I mean, we watched the infomercial so did he think it was going to be different?
|Our tough faces…lol|
Anyway, I went off on a tangent and said all of that to say, if you need support when you work out, don’t hesitate to use the folks you love most, your family. They don’t necessarily have to workout with you, but you can create your own cheering section, trust me it helps.
Finally, if you are wondering if the Love of My Life reads this blog, the answer is yes. And with that I say to him “shut up already, damn” (all you Prince fans know the voice I’m using…lol) and Dig Deep or go back to P90X and Bring It! Whatever the case, let’s keep supporting each other on our journeys. I love you and don't be mad because I put you on blast! lol
Day 3 is in the books…again