Seriously, stop it. I’ve only gone and found an exercise (can’t really call it a sport) that I like!!!!
My friend and I attended, for two whole weeks in a row, aqua aerobics! I’m not sure how fun it would be without our instructor who motivates us by “pushing it to the maaaax!!!!”
She is absolutely brilliant and most importantly I don’t get all hot and sweaty and therefore stressed out! I also bruise like a peach and tend to leave the gym with a new bruise every time without knowing how….
Ok so that might be an incident related with wine rather than exercise but I think it makes my point re the peaches.
There’s a lot of exclamation marks going on here because I am super happy to first of all have an exercise buddy and second of all, not hate life by having to do exercise!! Oh why the hell not, let’s have some more, I’m feeling good!!!!! Are these the elusive endorphins? We even get floating dumb bells to play with, totes feeling the burn… Just full on loving it right now!
Now the tough part, keeping it up and finding something else I like as it’s only on once a week… Tomorrow’s venture is body balance, not quite sure what it is but the poster made it look like yoga but who knows. I hate going to classes alone but I need to keep it up while I’m in the zone.
Well that’s it for now, I’ve seized up again from my squat challenge so crawling into bed sounds good. Looking forward to waking up to 30 day fit telling me to do some squats to “look sexy as f*ck naked” and carrot fit telling me I’m obese and to stop eating… More on those treats another time. Night sweet cheeks.
Oh did I mention we had a slight boob incident with the frog jumps? A proper swim suit has been purchased for next week…