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| Do you see the cry of anguish on Miss Purple? Yah, that could be me, amplified by ten. (smiles) |
I know this is a big surprise for you, because it certainly is for me... I exercised, a real genuine workout session with my grown daughter leading us. Her husband, my 14-year-old daughter, my 12-year-old son, and me (Miss Are You Kidding Me?)
It goes like this:
We move the furniture in our TV room to make space for all of us, and we follow an intense 20-minute DVD workout, with NO STOPPING mind you. It's in the orders given by the militant instructor, sweet as she is, on the DVD. She says 20 minutes a day with me without stopping is like 2 hours in a gym. Well, she definitely has my attention now.
My muscles burn. My legs strain under my weight, which though not much, is obviously enough! My mouth cries out, "Nooooooo! This hurts!" I pant. I whine. I am determined that the little kids aren't going to kick my butt here, so I keep at it. Every bit of the routine. I have no 3 pound weights like my adult kids do. (I have joined them unprepared.) I use 2 cans of refried beans. They work. My husband is concerned that I will... oops! and throw a can at a kids or something while I work out, so I hold those cans extra tightly. I'm a dyin' here. Encouragement comes from up front. My grown daughter gives me a thumbs up and a "Way to go!" I am encouraged. Good for her. I keep going on. I lay down for the Crunch. I dread it. I do it anyway, well sort of. I stand for the Jumping Jacks. "Uggggggh!" I hiss under my breath. I look. Good, no one seemed to notice. They are all intent on their own discomfort. I'm standing in the back. No one can really see me. I could cheat here. But, no! I stay true, all the way to the almost end. I am suffering so. It's al - most - over - like - only - two - minutes - to - go. The phone rings. I ignore it. I am determined still to finish this darn routine! I am fat and I am going to tighten up - these - stinking - muscles!
My ever-so-dear husband brings me the cell phone. I look at his with my you've-got-to-be-kidding-me eyes. He smiles. On the phone is my ever-so-very-sick-with-cancer brother who I haven't talked with for a few weeks. A dilemma, I know! What to do?? Two minutes to go...
I take the call. I am so glad I did. I love my brother.
My fat will still be here tomorrow.
Way to go! Jillian is hard core! So proud of you, those two minutes are pretty much cool down anyway. Stick with it, you'll get more endurance and more strength & you'll see progress before you know it! Nothing has brought me better sense of accomplishment than setting a physical goal & pushing & pushing until I reach it! It's amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteMy legs hurt today, but I can tell I will be better in the long run. (smiles)
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