Teradactyl arms? Muffin Top? I love Wonder bread!!!

A quick note before I return to Dante's 7th level of hell...er...work. :)

Tony is a bitch.  My fingers move numbly over the keys as I feel mountainous twitching from muscles I didn't know exsisted.  We've (I think) all seen the commercials for the P90X workout system.

AND DON'T THROW IN COD4 references here boys. HA frickin HA. :P

My kick ass Interventional Nurse and I have decided to start the P90X system.  While she is doing the entire plan, Nutrition and all, I just can NOT give up my Captain and Coke and have slightly modified the guidelines.  Considering the last time I did anything like working out was over 5 yrs ago, I believe that just getting off my ass is a feat in itself.

So last night, the torture began.  Chest and Back.  Pull ups are an invention of S&M. I'm sure of it.

There's 12 discs, and a formulated work out plan.  I'ma try it.  Yes, I took the before photos, vomited, and began the workout.  We'll see if there's any result and I'll let people know if it's worth it.

I know the diet AND workout will "get the full results of this program" but hell, I don't need a six pack.  I don't see myself doing laundry off my stomach anytime soon.  The strengthening, cardio, and stretching very much so appeal to me as of late.

So. Tony. You mutha lovin beeeeotch...let's do this.

Ow...coulow...ow...out.