I set my alarm for 6am this morning.
Actually I set TWO alarms for 6am this morning. Because I am just that hard to wake up. Oh yeah, I am a JOY to behold in the morning. Just ask my man.
So, WHY did I set my alarm ... alarmS ... for such a cruel and unfortunate hour? Because this morning I started a new routine (note: I call it "routine" in the hopes that tomorrow I will subconsciously think routine and get up and do it all over again). A routine which shall include all sorts of physical pain and torture.
Yes, this morning I started (again) the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred.
In other words, this morning I entered the bowels of h-e-double-hockey-sticks.
And, surprisingly, I was not at all enthused when I awoke to the sound of my alarm this morning. Yes, and I was even LESS enthused when, just as soon as I rolled over and closed my eyes again, the SECOND alarm went off. Dang me and my brilliant idea of multiple alarms!
So, before I finally drug (dragged?) my sorry rumpus out of the nice warm bed, my man and I had a sweet conversation that went a little something like this:
Me - Tell me to get up and do this.
Hubs - Get up and do this.
Me - Tell me that I will eventually be happy I did - when I am no longer a tub of lard.
Hubs - Get up and do this before I hurt you for calling my wife a tub of lard.
Me - (pouting) But Jillian is MEAN!
Hubs - Tell her I'll beat her up if she hurts you.
Me - Honey, I love you more than anything on this earth, but I'm pretty sure she can take you.
Hubs - Yeah, you're right about that ... OK, tell her I'm gonna hurt her fist with my face if she's not nice.
Needless to say, I got up and worked out.
All in the interest of saving my hubby from having to beat up Jillian Michaels' hands with his handsome face.
Let it never be said that I don't love my man.
In other news - I hit double digits this morning ... DOUBLE DIGITS!
I have now lost 11 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!