It’s been a while since my venting post. I’ve calmed down some now.

I know it sounded like I was quitting but I didn’t. Friday night at 9pm, I was at the gym. Doing Cardio. Saturday morning BEFORE the girls Birthday Party. I was at the gym with Nyrton – going through hell and whining like a baby. Sunday morning BEFORE Mimi’s Birthday party at the Movies, I was at the gym doing Cardio. Yes, that’s a lot of Cardio.

Monday I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. I said to myself “Self, this is the week that we’ll do 2 Spin Classes”, so I figured, what better day to start, than …well today.

Did the class. It was hard. The seat was hard. My ass is sore. But felt FANTASTIC afterwards. Then a thought popped into my head. “ Oh dear lord, I have training with Nyrton tonight”. Oh ya, he came up with a new circuit on Monday night that was designed especially to kick my ass. I thought I might puke again. I almost cried while he was yelling at me to go LOWER with my squats. I have an extreme distaste for back rows now (especially with 75 pounds on a bar thingy). Push ups are my enemy. And I hate, hate hate Mountain climbers. But I did it. And I managed to do my Cardio afterwards to. So, that was Spinning, Weight Training from hell, and then running on the Treadmill. All in one day.

I get home from the gym, and Nevaeh pukes all over me. Poor thing is sick as a dog. So I take Tuesday off work to stay home with my sickly baby. Which means I only did cardio once yesterday. I felt so guilty about it. I need something at home so I can always have a back-up plan for cardio. I need a treadmill or a bike or something. Or P90X. Anyone have a copy of that?!

Anyways, today I was a good girl, and went to the gym at lunch and did interval training like I’m supposed to. And tonight, after Abby’s Dance Class, and while Mady’s in Hip-hop, I’ll be going through hell with Nyrton again.

Sounds like fun right? I knew this would be hard, but this is ridiculous :)

2 more sleeps till the weigh-in.