It was a near miss, folks, but I did manage my ninth day of torture...ahem, I mean, Shred. I should have just come home and done it, but I waited until after dinner. Normally this wouldn't be any problemo for me, but this eve my mother took me to dinner. At the Keg. OMG. Twice in two weeks!?!? I can't turn down delicious, delicious steak though. Mmmm. Sounds good, right?
The bad is that I was so fulla cow I had a really hard time working out. Plus, I was sleeeepy...and possibly getting sick...and the sun was in my eyes....and my dog ate my homework (oops, sorry, we are in the modern age- my computer crashed). But, I know that Amber would fuckin get on a plane and kick my ass from here 'till Sunday if I didn't. :)
I don't want to jinx anything, but I think it may have been a teensy weensy little bit easier? Shhh! Don't tell Jillian I told you! She'll make me do that stipid plank until my shoulders squeal like little piggies. That's the other thing! My shoulders were only slightly sore this time! Yeahhh.
I was going to switch to level 3 after ten days of this badassery, but I got in shit for saying that. My friend Cory said I'd be selling myself short if I moved on before this level got easier. Yeah, yeah fine. :P Be right, why doncha? *sigh* that means I may spend a lil' bit longer on level 2.
Tomorrow will be a challenge for working out. I have to tutor after work, and then go grocery shopping. Somewhere in there I must eat dinner. Then...digest said dinner enough shred and not barf my cookies all over my livingroom. Hmm.
Well, wish me luck! Oh, and next week I will be involved in TWO events that involve cookies and hot chocolate. Right onnnnn. C'mon willpower, we've gots some work to do!