After a first exciting and fun, then trying and exhausting weekend, I felt the need to recover yesterday. Saturday I danced my tush off, in heels, which should count for something, except for I consumed the better part of a bottle of wine, so therefore only burned off my indulgence.
Sunday was hell, and no better word applies. All of my exercise was mental, with emphasis on adrenaline without exertion. Monday was not much better, as I had not slept well, got home from work early and crashed. While I did recover, I did not change into exercise gear because I knew if I got started, someone from work would call me. Plus I was feeling lazy, and this always contributes to inappropriate exercise choices.
So tonight I am back on the wagon, so to speak. I got back on the elliptical, while watching my exercise buddy do P90X. He seems to be enjoying it, although it it too intense and painful on my knees. He started a new video today, and based on the grunts of exertion, it is kicking his butt.
Shape today...still round, but seems to be getting less so in spots. More cylindrical in places, which I suppose is an improvement. Outlook for tomorrow...probably some yoga. I must admit, aside from exercise classes I took in college (oh so many years ago) this is probably the longest I have stuck with any exercise routine. As I feel more comfortable sustaining effort, I may try Zumba.
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