D and I had been at Target when we got the news that my Gma died. We were going to buy a Wii Fit. We didn't buy it. But in my grief, we bought Jillian Michael's Shred DVD.
It proceeded to stay in the car for a week. Then it got to the kitchen table.
The DVD finally got out of the bag and out of the plastic wrapper.
And found its way to the DVD player.
So D and I did Workout 1 last night. We huffed, called JM some names, laid on the floor, and basically made fools of ourselves. But except for all the pushups, I got through it. (I don't know how D did, because I was too busy focusing on myself). When we were done, there was sweat everywhere, heavy breathing, and laughter at how out of shape we are.
I could barely get up the stairs last night.
And I think I finally found a replacement for my VHS tape that got too worn out to play any more (Arms and Abs of Steel 2).
But I'm not sure I pushed myself. I had no problem washing my hair or blow drying it this morning. And I can walk.
I'm going to stationary bike tonight, I think. We'll see what D is up for.