The Beau and I have recently taken on a new diet/exercise routine. Oh, excuse me, I meant “life change.”
Whatever it’s called it means more veggies, less sweets, and lots of sweat. We’re hoping this one sticks (unlike the carb-free thing he tried before). Remember when he wanted to run? Yeah. It’s kind of like that. Only now he has me doing work out videos from hell. No joke. I think that skinny b**** is the devil herself.
We started last week and I still can’t move. At all. It’s just pain everywhere. My muscles are so tight it’s not even funny. But we will push through, and possibly even manage to lose a few pounds. (As he says, it’s not about the weight, it’s about being healthy. Blah blah blah blah. Is it healthy if you can’t move????)
I’m just saying, if this isn’t a demonstration of love, then I don’t know what is.