I hate exercising! Just ask my “once upon a time” trainer or trainers, there have been so so many. Listen to my words… anything, I mean anything is better than sweating to burpies, planks, downward dog or upward cat…upward cat, lol. You can restrict me from eating icecream, chocolate or maybe ban cheetah print clothing from my closet (okay, maybe not that, that’s a little drastic). I’ll do anything but please don’t make me do the “e” word.
Here’s my take on this barbaric way of thinking …
Waking up at 0 dark 30- Who’s dumb idea was this? Who decided that the best time to exercise is before sunrise? Sweet Jesus.
Sweating- You already know how I feel about this. It doesn’t matter how cute you look in your Lulu lemon outfit, sweating is not a pretty sight. If I wanted to look like a drenched poodle, I would run thru the sprinkler AFTER sunrise.
Soreness- Sounds horrible, and is horrible…done.
ME: (speaking to Cowboy) I’ve really got to get control of my eating habits.
COWBOY: You mean you’ll stop eating like a man?
ME: What do you mean by that?
COWBOY: Last time I checked you ate more cinnamon rolls at breakfast yesterday.
ME: What are you? The breakfast monitor now? First you tell our daughter-in-law that I cheated while I was supposed to be on a dessert cleanse with her and now you’re attacking my eating habits?
COWBOY: Where are you going?
ME: To lose weight!
COWBOY: (chuckling) Good luck with that.
ME: I don’t need luck mister.
Later that day-
COWBOY: Well? How did the exercising go?
ME: Exercising? Oh that, umm, I decided to get a haircut instead? How do I look?
COWBOY: It’s a lot shorter. It looks great!
ME: Thanks! And I’m 10 lbs lighter…without all the sweat!
COWBOY: Does that mean you’re not going to stop eating like a man?
ME: Pfft… as if!
’til next Sunday y’all- xo, Tammy
