With all the chips out of the house, Monday is a new week. Today, I tore into the cellophane of the EA program like Charlie Bucket tears into that Wonka Bar. Being excited, even if feigned, helps the endeavor along. At least for me. Naturally, I wouldn't be able to perform the required workout while wearing my yellow terry cloth robe, Disney t-shirt and granny panties. It was obvious a bra would have to be worn along with supportive sneakers. At the top of my first workout program was the word RUN. Oy to the vey! Are they serious? Next time, I'm doubling up my bras. Do you have any idea how challenging it is to run when your left arm is braced against your boobs to keep from knocking yourself out? It is also abundantly clear why indoor tracks are not carpeted. It's difficult to put rubber to the fibers without stumbling even if it's jogging in place. Another thing that was painfully clear is when I tried to put on the leg strap (the nunchuk has to be in there for the movement to register). I have Eric Heiden sized speed skater thighs but without the pesky hassle of countless hours of painstaking training. Oreos and McDonald's French Fries were my chosen regimen. ACK!.
Thank God I didn't over estimate my performance level. I played it safe by choosing low impact. Holy swoobies*, Batman! The next twenty-nine days are going to give the word challenge whole new meaning for this chunky but funky** girl.
Something I do know about myself is that my body responds well to physical exertion and activity. The results will be apparent by the end of this 30-Day Challenge with EA Sports Active. I hope you'll check in from time time as I track my progress. As if I wouldn't write about it. Sheesh!
By the way, while writing this I have consumed two 20 ounce glasses of water with an Advil chaser.
*swoobies = sweaty boobs**credit to Sean Daly of the St. Petersburg Times for this term.