Okay, I feel like I've written this post before, but I couldn't find it, so maybe I just thought about writing it.
I hate working out. (insert laughs from my girlfriends here) I'm sure there are some stories to tell about how much I hate working out, but I'll tell you the one that seems to get people rolling.
Maggie and I were working out at lunch one day. She was getting ready for her wedding and I was being moral support...more like comic relief. She's on the treadmill or something, probably going all out. I was sitting next to her on the bike "working out"...Maggie looked down as my bike started beeping and laughed...the screen said "PETAL FASTER"...she roared with laughter. This to say how much I hate working out. I've also fallen off a workout bench while lifting weights with Allison and thrown up during hot-yoga with Tiffany.
Side story: I went to pick Ella up out of her crib this morning...25 lbs of dead weight, and heard something in my back pop (not the good kind). I've had pain patches on my back and meds all day, but I STILL WENT TO WORKOUT!!! I did legs and it didn't hurt my back and I worked hard, just ask my trainer, he was even impressed that I showed up today.
It may take a while, but I'm working hard. I do have to make a confession...I ate a brownie with dinner!