Talking to my husband mind you. I'd never speak to a waitress like that.
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Last night, I went to my favorite class at my gym: Body Works Plus Abs. It should just be called, "Squats, Lunges, Satan, and Abs class" but I guess that might scare some people off. Anyways, I LOVE this class. Every time I go I have to say a little prayer before walking up the steps to our 2nd floor apartment at the end of the night due to the sheer beating my legs, butt, and arms take. Last week we worked out abs so hard I couldn't sit up straight later that night on the couch. IT HURT TO BREATHE! Now, why do I love this class you ask? Because it's freaking fun and super hard. So hard I silently mouth very bad words and sweat like a pig constantly. Some nights, however; I end up feeling like a failure. I'm taking next week off from working out while on vacation (Yes, I know I'm supposed to work out while on vacation but well, I just wasn't raised to believe in such a thing.) and I wanted to have a really good/strong/hard/intense week before. Well, if you honestly want to know how I felt about class last night...
I am bloated, miserable, bitchy, sweaty, tired, and cranky. Have you ever tried to work out while your stomach is bloated? The stupidest thing I've ever done. I literally felt like a human water bed while "attempting" several different cruches. Disgusting.
However, what they say is true... just go do it anyway because I'm pretty proud I got that workout done last night even though I still feel like a human water bed that someone has now beaten.
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