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.
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.
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.
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.