or Why Tony Horton Is My Only Friend
Remember that great and inspiring post about how I was going to start writing every day, inspired by my own progress in jogging? Yeah, sorry about that. I .....uuuuuuuh... Steve Buscemi trapped me in an internet and bear proof container in Fargo and I only just escaped upon discovering the door was a push, not a pull. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Well, as my Twitter followers may have noticed, I haven't been jogging. But do not fret, I have not betrayed myself or you. I have been engrossed in the P90X Extreme Home Fitness program. My boyfriend had mentioned it as something he wanted to try to build muscle and shed a few vanity pounds and I said I would do it with him for support. And I tell you, o faithful readers (i.e. Dad, Dawn, and Patrick), it is everything it promises to be. Extreme and at home.
I love it though. I'm completely obsessed, at the risk of alienating myself from my loved ones. I talk about my experience and progress every chance I get. And I have become one of those people who turn down food by explaining "I've already had my carb for the day". Yes... I am a fitness douche. It's gotten to the point that both friends and family have begun to tease me about my "diet" (at 120lbs and a size 4 jeans, people don't what to hear me say "diet"). I'm sure even Andy, my forever patient and even tempered boyfriend, must be sick of my bad workout jokes, referencing the trainers in the videos as if we actually knew them, and constantly spouting the catch phrases from the videos.
The Before Shot
But for the program to be effective, you have to dedicate and commit yourself. And folks, I am most certainly committable! Read on for more about my progress and how the program works.
