It happened so fast I'm not even exactly sure how it went down. Monday was barreling by: I finished up an email to a colleague, started packing up for class, glanced at twitter and saw Katie mention she'd started the 30 Day Shred. The next thing I knew Monday must have run off with my sanity because I offered to partner with her for the sake of motivation aka whining. Cut to twitter scene and there are 5 of us in the game planning not to 'phone it in'. What have I done? I mean aside from thrown myself on the altar of summer's around the corner and the saddle bags have got to go...
Even though I've done the Shred twice before with excellent results, for some reason I can't seem to get back on the wagon and stick to it. On Friday I got the sickest package from Free People. Prepare. Are you sitting down?
Mmmmmkay? It's sold out so I can't even give you a link. Sowee.
How in the sam hockey stick am I supposed to pull this thing off with a slight bit of muffin top left over from Christmas? Really people. How? Truth: I don't want to. I want to lose 10 and feel healthy again. Boho is on the verge of in full swing. I can't have a muffin of any sort except for the occasional breakfast one or I'll never be able to pull this sheer romper off. And may I just note that it is even more fantastic in person? Think Moroccan dancing on the rooftop deck should my landlord ever cooperate and throw me the upper space. Doesn't he know I have dreams?? Dreams!!
My body must be in a full on panic. After class I found myself at the conventional grocery store that I rarely go to standing in front of the Ben & Jerry section. It's all Valerie's fault (just like an addict to blame everyone else-haha!). She mentioned that ice cream with the chunks of potato chips in it. Even though it wasn't in the grocer's freezer I somehow managed to leave with a family size bag of Ruffles potato chips and a pint of Chocolate Covered Macadamia Chocolate Ice Cream. I need an intervention. Jillian tweeted me once. I hope she's not reading this or I'll race into the living room, turn that video on STAT, and proceed to do it repeatedly until collapse. Or infinity. Whichever comes first. Don't mess with Jillian - she does not play. I'm rambling.
So here we go. Anyone else up for the Shred Mill? (really I don't know where I come up with this stuff) The more the merrier. Think toned legs and a lifted butt for summer. Oh yeah and abs. I'm getting out a picture of Carrie Bradshaw's skinny legs and pinning it next to my computer.