Hey, guess what? I decided to check out Gilad on Youtube and sure enough he has posted several workouts for your sweating enjoyment! Here is a sample of his first video:
A body in motion tends to stay in motion. That's why after I got home from a class at work, I should NEVER have SAT DOWN and attempted to figure out how to do my schedule from home online. After 45 minutes I gave up and got through to the helpline. Only to discover that indeed I'm NOT stupid, but that the program does not work under the search engine I was using. So that was good to know...
And once I finally got that ordeal worked through, I was utterly worthless...Because I got sucked into my computer and found myself reading blogs/emails/and facebook. Which is why I've still avoided Pinterest. My thighs can't survive it.
Monday was my daughter's first school basketball game. She is in 7th grade, and it was painful. The final score was 34 to 7. They. The opposing team girls ran circles around our little novices...
But even though we got it handed to us, it was still imminently more enjoyable than a softball game where we come out ahead by 10 runs. And I asked Brent "Why would ANYONE watch softball when they could be watching or playing THIS?"
Bookworm and I played a game of "21" on Saturday. Only it turned in to a game of "11" because either we are both AMAZING at defense...or really terrible at offense. The final score was 11 to 7, my favor. And I was still sore on Monday.
Brent pointed out that he hardly ever takes shots on her, as he's 10 inches taller. I told him she's not stupid and there's no glory in a hollow victory. That is why my kids were never able to beat me at Twister.
Today I will endeavor to coupon for the first time in MONTHS. But since I now get the Sunday paper, and have a dog who FETCHES the paper for me, I have an accumulation of coupons to choose from again.
Did you know that if we did NOT receive a paper, and I say "Go get the paper," this dog will indeed bring me a paper? She may have to go steal it from the neighbors driveway, but she will always GET THE PAPER! (And yes, I returned it. Once I stopped laughing long enough to take it back.)
And, now it is time to put my body in motion and get busy with house work, since I've decided I will have a MUCH cleaner house now. Going to work two days per week is the BOMB people! Why on earth did I ever do eight hour shifts when I could work ridiculously long days, but be home other days? Why, why, why? Incidentally, I'm working three whole days the week after Thanksgiving. I'm pretty sure there will be weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth.
By me, of course.