Day 1

It's late, and my bed time but I worked out late, so I decided to stay up late and write my post. I took my Day 1 pictures, and can I say... I really hope to see some improvement on Day 30!!!! I'll probably take an update picture every week, but in the end if I post it will be Day 1 to Day 30. Today, I started on Level 1 for apparently reasons. It's suppose to be Level 1 for 10 days, Level 2 for 10 days, and Level 3 for 10 days. So, obviously I am on Level 1. I don't have any weights. You are suppose to use three pound weights. I'm going to look for some cheap ones at the thrift store, and see if a friend has any. Otherwise, it'll have to wait for a little while. Sure, I could go to Walmart and buy them for 3 bucks a piece, but I'm trying not to go out and spend a ton of money. I have to say though... the workout was plenty hard without the weights. I just pretended I was holding weights and my muscles are in shock still. My arms are quivering just typing this out. My legs wanted to quit while I was walking up the stairs to take a shower, and coming back down stairs to blog???? My legs hated me and I felt like I was literally going to fall. So, there you have it. I'm extremely out of shape and probably wouldn't have been able to handle the workout with weights anyway. As it is, I did take a few breaks during this workout. Jillian says not to take longer than 5 seconds, and every time I tried to jump right back in. Sometime it felt like I was trying to punch with noodles but I did keep going. It is only Day 1 after all. If I could do this workout perfect on Day 1 then I need to jump right to p90x! Anyway, I hope that I can make it through Day 30. One day down, 29 to go!!!! I want to share a picture:

One of my biggest motivators, that pushed me to start this program was that I went out for my husbands birthday. My husband and a friend's fiance where being hit on by this girl. My friend's fiance leaned over and told me how hot that girl was. He wasn't wrong, she was pretty, she had a nice body. But... I know that no one there was secretly ogling me... and I will be honest... I want to be ogled. When I was a teen, I was oblivious to it. My boyfriend at the time would get so jealous. It was the big boobs that caught guys attention. Two kids later, my boobs might as well be called pancakes... big, flabby, flat pancakes that don't catch any eyes anymore. And, a belly full of fat. Some people would say that's stupid, but I don't care. Yes, I believe the above picture is true, but I want some forms of flattery too!