Kick-My-Butt Boxing!

As I have reviewed the way that I have been eating for the past few weeks, I realized a couple of things:

1.  I am going to continue eating this way until after the holidays pass...for sure.

2.  I am needing to work out more and harder to maintain the small amount of weight I have managed to lose.

So, with these things in mind, I decided (last night) that today is the day that I would start this new rigorous workout schedule.  Please bear in mind that I teach my little Hip Hop Cardio class on Thursday nights.  

I immediately called Amber Stuart, my workout partner in crime.  She (for some INSANE reason) agreed to come with me to the bright-and-early 6 am kick boxing class.  We made it.  Fifteen minutes into the dumb routine and I was tapped.  I didn't have much more to give.  An hour into the class and I thought I may cry a little.  Especially, at the end when Marci (the amazing teacher) made us do the worst exercise I have ever seen.  Ow.  This is pretty much her:

She is in ridiculous shape and just a little "go getter" (according to Tyler).  Welp, it's now quarter after ten in the pm.  I taught my class successfully, but now I can barely walk.  I didn't know that I had these new muscles that have apparently been dormant for 28 years.  They're all just a-screamin at me now, friends.  I am running in the morning with Amber.  I'm sure that you will be notified if I do not survive this new schedule I've put myself on.  

10/4 Good Buddy!