How to Bring it: Week 1-- Day 1

Day One.  Let me just start by saying, if I can do this, LITERALLY anyone can! I have a history of starting work-out fads that don't usually last longer than a month.  So needless to say, this is going to be more for accountability than for anything. Feel free to laugh along with me. 

As I pulled P90X out of it's box, it was almost as if a light from heaven came shining down around it.....well, not quite.  It was more like, I groaned and hesitantly unwrapped it from it's packaging.  Carefully flipping through the nutrition guide, the little handbook, and the calendar.  I decided to sit and start plotting my demise by figuring out which plan from the nutrition book I was going to pursue.  There is a portioning option, and a menu planning option.  I settled with the menu planning and as I started to see what it entailed I quickly switched.  Swordfish and Asparagus soup seemed kind of overwhelming to make at the time.  I switched back and forth a few more times and finally settled on the portioning option, which has a lot more freedom of choice.

Then onto the Fit Test.  Activities to see if you have what it takes to "bring it", such as pull-ups, vertical leaps, push-ups, etc.  As my husband timed and counted for me, I went through most of them ok.  I even managed to do one pull-up on the new bar I bought (I won't mention my toe balanced on the table to give me a little help).  During each phase of torture, between gasping breaths, I was asking Dane what the minimum requirement to pass was.  (At one point he fibbed about the time as I was squatted up against a wall, with my thighs on fire. He insisted it was to motivate me to hold it longer than the minimum. He learned quickly not to do that again.) My poor baby daughters are watching with wide horrified eyes throughout the whole process, crying off and on.  Which shows you how little I have worked out, sadly enough.  (They were fascinated with my jumping jacks. Hey, at least I'm impressing someone). So the outcome is, I did reach the requirements, and I am now qualified to do P90X. Woo. 

This morning as I woke up, my arms were sore, my abs were sore (which means there really ARE some in there!), and I groaned as I lay there taking my pulse.  Am I ready for this? You betcha.  I quickly got up and started making my breakfast. I don't think my taste buds wake up that early. I'm used to a quick slimfast shake, or maybe a granola bar.  Not 2 cups of strawberries, a bagel with a small amount of cream cheese, 4 pieces of turkey bacon, and tons of water.  Midway through, I felt about to burst.  I then proceeded to make my babies protein shakes, er, bottles, and after feeding them, placed the girls in their play yard.  And now, it is time to see what I'm made of.

If I don't survive, I love you all!  On a serious note, I would encourage you to encourage me during this time, as this should be a hilarious experience! Updates tomorrow! (Granted I can type....)