Power Through It

Today is cancelled because Meg the Blogger cannot lift her arms to a keyboard due to excessive hating her life because she promised to do two-a-days.

Though, she would like to inform you that her promise has been kept and that she intends to survive three more workouts before committing suicide by eating an entire chocolate cake.

Not really. But Meg is so tired and sore that she is writing about herself in third person. Imagine that.


-Meg

PS. This is the song currently getting Meg through thirty minutes on the elliptical.

Day Two

So, I am on day two of my two-a-day challenge and I already feel like jelly held up on strings. That's good right? My body is supposed to reject all this activity at first? I'm starting to feel like coming to work is my rest time, and then after work is when the real work starts. At work I sit and type all day with my feet propped up, do a few math problems, surf the web, answer the phone, and generally slack off. Then as soon as I clock out I start trying to wake myself up for the next workout.

Jesus, its only day two, and I am already obsessing.

-Meg

Damn you Shakira.

I know, I know, its been forever since I posted. Well the purpose of this blog is to monitor success and to keep accountable. Up until about two weeks ago I wasn't having any problems with all that, I was gung ho and enthused about life.

I have officially hit the three month wall. I have still been eating healthy, but I have really gotten lax about working out. I mean REALLY lax. To the point where I am counting putting on my sports bra as my workout for the day. And while that is a challenge, its really not a big calorie burner. So, in an act of desperate self torture, I spent about two hours watching the music videos of Shakira. If she cannot motivate me to get in to shape again, no one can. I hate her, yet I am so completely obsessed with her, its frightening. I set a goal, all next week, I am going to work out twice a day. Once in the morning (cardio and flexibility) and once at night (weight training and more cardio). It has got to be better than the Meg invented sports bra workout...

- Meg

PS. Just so you know what is torturing me at the moment: