This is me full of good intentions.
See, I didn’t work out yesterday and the yoga flow class I planned on going to this morning got switched to a time that conflicted with work (I work… LIKE VICKI GUNVALSON… can’t be all like Tamra and Alexis and Lynne and working out at the gym at like 2 in the afternoon. nope.) So, I get home after work and I’m all pumped to do Jillian Michaels No More Trouble Zones, which is like the 30 Day Shred on steroids.
I’m hardcore like that. Can’t you tell from this picture?
So I get changed into workout clothes (I bought that band t-shirt I am wearing on my bachelorette party. that shirt could tell you stories.) put the hell on earth workout into the DVD player and press go. And I can hear Jillian Michaels, but I can’t see her. She’s like an invisible drill sergeant telling me what to do only I don’t understand because there is no comprendo in my brain when I can’t watch. I am a visual learner.
So I decide to go all MacGyver and pull out the cords to the DVR, the DVD, the tv, and the fancy sound system. I pull some things out and plug them into other things… all the while listing to Jillian telling me to PUSH HARDER. except I CAN’T SEE HER (nightmares). Then I realize I don’t know what I’m doing.
So, now I’m sitting here, typing this and waiting for Jason to get home to fix our tv because tonight’s the Real Housewives of OC finale followed by the Real Housewives of NY premiere.
Maybe Bethenny can teach me the ways of fitting into my skinny jeans.
Wine: 1; Ass: 1
p.s. Yesterday, I didn’t work out OR have a glass of wine so there was no score change then either.
