I woke up this morning and felt a gripping pain. “What have I done to myself?” I thought, half in a fog. I had worked out with my husband for the first time in a while and overdid it BIG TIME. I couldn’t help it. The girl next to me was doing crunches like she was chewing gum, and I wasn’t going to get down there and pump out a measly 20-30 situps. Nooooo. I did my whole workout; on the ball… off the ball… legs up… legs down… double crunching… (moan) And then, I did the stepper 45 minutes, stepping like a madwoman! I shouldn’t have done that.
So this morning, my stomach really hurt. I made it to the scale and discovered I had actually lost a whole pound! Not too bad for a day of conscious eating and exercise. I showered and went to my drawer for something to wear. I pulled out my skinny jeans… you know the ones that are just a little too tight around the waste? I squeezed into them and smiled. If I was going to be uncomfortable, I may as well look good in the process.
