I don't mean the cute "Spaghetti Arms" like from Dirty Dancing, I mean that I can barely move my arms and I've already hit the backspace key fifty times in this blog.
We were supposed to do Day 4 yesterday but Brian was sick, and I was acting like a raging bitch from Hell. Yeah...so...we did it today.
Today we did pull-ups and push-ups. That's it. Just put that on repeat.
I did all of 10 "fake" pull-ups, meaning I used a chair to help offset the weight of my body so I could pull myself up. This equates to half a pull-up and half a squat. Brian did his best with the pull-ups, but kicked my little girl ass with the push-ups. I ended up foregoing the pull-ups to do weight work because clearly I have ZERO upper body strength. So, I did a series of different types of arm work out moves with two 5 pound weights. Brian kept on, keeping on with that evil Tony Horton and his little entourage of lemmings.
It took both of us to get my sports bra off (normally a "fun" feat) except it hurt. Neither of us have figured out how we are going to wash our hair. I was going to shave my legs, but I don't even think I can pick up the razor. Maybe I'll start No-Shave-November a couple of months early...hmmm.
By the way, it took me 30 minutes to type this, and the backspace key fell off the keyboard. I'm pretty certain that my hands and arms will never work again. As for Brian, he's showing off by feeding the cats, rolling up the yoga mats, and proving once again that he's better at this than I am. (Way to go babe, wanna wash my hair?)
Tomorrow is CVX, which is like some deranged cardio with weights and Tony torturing you. (I'm starting to see a trend...)
Only 85 more days to go. PS. I'd post pictures, but I can't pick up the camera. Just pretend that I posted something fascinating. PPS. I know how to count, "rest day" counts as a day of the 90. :)
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