It’s 8:00 PM Wednesday night, June 2, 2010.
My feet hurt. My legs hurt. My torso hurts. My arms hurt. My neck hurts. My head hurts. . .
My toes hurt.
My fingers hurt.
My lips hurt.
My hair hurts. . .
I just participated in my first session of Zumba. I would explain what that is, but I can barely type. My fingers refuse to take orders from my brain.
I can’t really blame them. I wouldn’t want to take orders from my brain right now, either – it’s basically mush. Besides, my butt hurts, so I can’t sit in my desk chair much longer.
Even with all the pain, I am determined to continue. I will stick with my plan to be thinner and more fit and healthy when I turn 60 in September.
After the hour session, I had the instructor take pictures so I will be able to see the differences in my body after months of this torture.
After I saw the pictures, I decided not to include them in the post – it wouldn’t be fair for you to have to see such disgustingness.
I’m going to go eat a fudgsicle, take an ibuprofen, stand in a hot shower, and then go to bed.
It’s 6:00 AM Thursday morning, June 4, 2010.
I can’t move. . .
I’m going to go eat a fudgsicle, take an ibuprofen, stand in a hot shower, and then. . .
Oh, wait! I have to work.