Well spark friends, I started a new diet(very limited carbs!)
and added doubles to my weekly workout. I guess I call myself trying to bring sexy back. My husband who thought that my p90x workout was a joke saw me blinded by sweat about a week ago and finally figured out that I was doing a GROWN WOMAN workout and not just a walk in the park type deal.
Now for the last month he has been watching me workout. He would come up stairs eating yes eating, while I was working out or even sit there and watch me 'till he fell asleep, I guess counting sheep wasn't as fun! Of course I wasn't working out till about 8-10p.m.
Well he secretly decided when I was off to spinning last saturday morning that he would sneak and do the p90x legs and shoulders workout....how about he was sore for 4 days (I figured he would have a hard time seeing as he would only sparatically go to the gym, max himself out to prove that he could still handle the same weights he could from college and be too sore to go back to the gym until another month.)
So I decided that I was doing my workouts too late and with adding doubles I would do a workout in the morning....then one after work.
Well my dear husband has decided that he wants to workout in the morning too...but not with me. He says he doesn't want me watching him workout (WOW!)
So to be a good sport
I now wake up at 5a.m., do my workout, wake him up at 6:30a.m., prepare my monster breakfast, his breakfast (he refuses to even touch or even stare at what I am eating too long so we are looking at two different meals) prepare lunch and snacks then figure out how to get myself in diva mode (fly hair, 4-5 inch heels, outfit matching) and off to work.
Well it's been a week and I am tired as hell!
During times like this I would just dip my whole head in a trough of my favorite food and eat till my heart was content and forget spinning class today....well I guess I can't do that.
My hair is all over my head, spilled cottage cheese on my jacket (didn't see that till I got to work!), I have on my secretaries' slippers (she keeps a pair at work I don't know were my BCBG's are) a stank attitude and a monkey on my back!
Well, I guess I should be happy my husband is working out... RIGHT?
Keep me lifted,