Thank GOD I am back on the working out train (as opposed to the Hot Tamale Train - see Mary Murphy and insert annoying WOO WOOOOOOO here...). I think I have done some sort of physical activity every day for the last week, whether it has been P90X stuff at home, or a class at the gym. Today my hamstrings and lower back are KILLING from doing 987 dead lifts in class yesterday. I think Trish the instructor (who is like Jillian Michaels tough) was trying to punish us for having eaten Nutter Butters the night before. She admitted having eaten them, and said, "They have NOTHING to do with Thanksgiving, so I have no idea why I ate them, and I am feeling sluggish this morning," then proceeded to punish us mightily. Uh, thanks?
No matter, I love the feeling of sore muscles, and am actually looking forward to yoga today. For the love of John Cougar Mellencamp, that is going to HURT SO GOOD. She also made the comment in class, "I feel SORRY for people who don't work out, who don't get it." It's true, but I am also conflicted about that statement, having been on the other side of the equation. I have worked out enough now to know how much better I feel (in general, about myself, etc.) when I am more active, but it is soooo easy to fall off the wagon, lay around and eat McVitie's Milk Chocolate Digestives and watch TV, and so much harder to force oneself to get up at 5 a.m. to get in a workout before everyone else gets up.