"How sore ARE you?"

I'm so sore that I have to use the handicap bars to get off the toilet.

 

I'm so sore that when I pee, I can feel it in my abs.

 

I'm so sore that when I fart, I can feel it in my obliques.

 

Oh lord.  I've been using the workout schedule prescribed to me by the BlueCross/BlueShield website, which is pretty awesome.  It's a new feature from my insurance company in which you can enter your weight and height, health info, along with your level of equipment access and comfort, and they give you a plan to follow each day.  I've scheduled myself for 5 days of cardio (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday) with 3 days of weight training (Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday), and it's been keeping me on track.  It's like the Weight Watchers and MyPyramid.gov sites, too, in that you can record your food intake alongside the recommended goals.

 

Needless to say, I like it a lot.  There's a sufficient level of accountability involved, and I look forward to checking in everyday.  Yeah, I'm sore, but it's the good kind of sore that reminds me that I'm ALIVE!

 

Plus, I feel and look better every day.  This is going to sound weird to all you non-fatties, but last night, for the first time (I think, ever) I could twist around in the mirror and see the backs of my legs.  That's a pretty big step!  And they're looking...better!  I'm gaining flexibility and tone.  Soon I might be able to cross them!

So there's that,

Laura