I hate you, Tony Horton.
No, not really... if this fitness maniac is going to help me lose the jiggle I have seemed to slowly develop in the past year, I will love him for life.
You see, I have always worked out; between playing basketball, fast pitch softball, or making it a habit to jog around the block before work, I have always been athletic. I was to the point where I felt strange if I didn't do some sort of physical activity on a regular basis.
Well, in May of 2009, that came to a halt. I was unemployed, so before spending the entire afternoon looking for jobs, I would spend 2 to 3 hours in the morning in our apartment complex's gym working out. It was great for me, both mentally and physically. However, after about 5 months of bulking and toning, I caught the cold from hell. I completely lost my voice, my asthma flared up, and I was not able to get out of bed for a week... between that and a long-term relationship coming to an end and moving back to my hometown with my parents, the exercise has completely ended. I haven't even been able to jog around the block due to my crazy work schedule and long hours.
So... Here I am... 11 months later... P90x. Why not, right? Something I can do in the comfort of my own bedroom. I hear plenty about it; especially at work where I see clients hitting their weight loss goals on a daily basis and talking about how great it is for toning up. Even my assistant manager is halfway through her 90 days and is already having great results....
Which brings me to my deep-seeded hate for a man named Tony Horton.
Today was day 1 of what I believe is going to be a very long 90 days.
It isn't my arms or chest I want to work on, it's more my booty and thighs.... but I decided to do the "classic" workout schedule and work everything... Besides, my coworker measured me yesterday (working in weight loss we do those kinds of things when we're bored) and my upper arms are 9 inches... heh... so maybe these little toothpicks need some bulking and a few push ups wouldn't hurt.
Day 1 was not as difficult as I expected it to be... of course it's easy to say that when they allow you to do as many reps as you want... 5, 10, 80... it doesn't matter; you do as many as you can. Well, let me tell you. This little girl was not backing down... I did diamond push ups until my arms gave out and my chest hit the floor... I did pull ups (with a chair under my toes) until I was shaking. It wasn't a lot of reps, but I'm hoping that I'm able to do more as time goes on. I really pushed so I WILL feel this tomorrow, and I'm sure even more so the next day... but it's going to be worth it in the end. Hopefully.
I will be posting before pictures soon... I took them yesterday and will take more every 4 weeks for comparison.
Along with pictures, I will also post my current measurements, BMI and weight... Not that I am trying to lose weight; I'm just curious to see if my weight goes up at all as I gain a little muscle.
I am not following any kind of diet with this because I already try to ("try to") eat fairly healthy and like I said, I definitely do not need to lose weight. I am, however, going to incorporate EFA's, a GNC multivitamin, and lots of water throughout these next 3 months for overall health.
It's after midnight and I'm off to bed to dream sweet dreams about my... (let's see... March 23rd...90 days...) my June 23rd (!) rock solid beach body and the day this will finally be over. (June 23rd... only 2 days past the first day of summer. I like it :)
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