Potty Mouth

Yesterday you read that I haven't had time for MY workouts and it has become very frustrating. Last night after work Doodlebug and I sat through the girls' 2 hour long tennis lesson and again for another hour this morning at the crack of dawn.

I'm burnt out. I need energy and the only way I can get the kind of energy I need is by working out.

I'm bitchy...and my endorphins are relaxing on a beach somewhere drinking mojitos without me!

This weekend another tennis tournament, but I have promised myself that I will get in workouts for ME and my bitchy, jiggly ass!

Next week? I will begin weight training with Mr Strong 2-3 times a week.

Oh boy!

This is where I commence to hyperventilate.

But I need the challenge and he will motivate me to the point of spaghetti arms and not feel bad for me. I will get no sympathy from him - none - nada - zilch.

So let's reiterate shall we?

Me

The only picture I could find where you could see my arms...

Not too bad - I have great raw materials to work with...


Mr. Strong

Yum....

Fuck! My asshole just clenched!

I'm so screwed!

I will let you know how my first workout with him goes...that's if I will be able to type again!

Sorry for the "potty-mouth", but I am scarrrrred!