Sometimes I think that Hubster and I share thoughts. We both say some pretty random things, or express the exact same comments about situations. This exchange, referencing “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child, reached a new level. We were getting ready to do our nightly P90X workout. I was waiting for Hubster to finish putting his shoes on.
Me, thinking to myself: I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly. Wait – where did that come from? That’s a little too random. I don’t think I’m going to say it.
**Literally, less than five seconds pass.**
Hubster: “I’m not ready for this jelly.”
I think we’re as compatible as two people could possibly be.
Hubster and I are completely addicted to My Fitness Pal. We both have the app on our iPhones and track everything. Between eating well and P90X, we’ve both lost weight and have felt awesome.
We’ve been doing this for over a month now, and haven’t had any fast food for that amount of time. Granted, we’ve gotten Subway and Panera; but nothing that you typically associate with the term “fast food.” While we were driving to an adjacent town to pick up a toy for C that I found on Craigslist, we stopped at McDonald’s and decided to split some fries. Delicious in the moment. Bad decision in hindsight.
My stomach rejected the greasy, tasty golden fries. It hurt and I felt terrible. I decided to forgo our nightly P90X workout and go to bed early because I felt so awful. I think the message was loud and clear: feed your body healthy fuel and you will feel great, feed your body crap and you will feel like crap. Yowza.
Ugh, sometimes I am completely drop-dead exhausted by the time I put C to bed at 7pm. The last thing I want to do is wash his bottles, and I certainly don’t have the energy for P90X. Last night was one of those nights. I melted into the couch and watched The Bachelor, my Monday night trash TV of choice. By the time that was over, it was 9pm and I just felt like cruising Twitter or flipping TV channels.
But I pushed myself. I popped in the 60-minute Legs & Back workout and got to work. I was cursing Tony Horton during the millionth lunge, but by the time it was over I felt so awesome. I felt energized, empowered and accomplished. My muscles felt stronger and looser. I physically felt less stressed. It was wonderful. Now I know that I need to push myself on those nights, because the end result is so worth it.
Hubster and I have decided to take the P90X challenge! Okay, so the truth is that I’m excited about it and he’s begrudgingly going along with it. I’ve been curious about this extreme 90-day fitness program for quite some time, but was always too scared to try. One 5k and three Mamavation Two-Week Challenges later, I feel more confident in my abilities.
We’re doing the lean version (more cardio-based) to work into it. I think I’ll try the classic version after we finish this. We did the first workout last night, Core Synergistics, and I felt awesome afterward! I’m still feeling awesome today, which makes me really excited for what is to come. I know it will be challenging and we’ll probably get pretty sore, but I’m beyond excited to see the results we’ll get.
Have you ever tried P90X? What did you think of it?