Week #5 has begun; and more importantly, tomorrow night I'll be measured and photographed. Woo hoo!
Today was all about push ups. And since my upper body strength is not equal to my body mass yet, that means I'm still on my knees. Which means that when Tony says, "Watch me" I'm really watching the female to see what she's doing, because I'm not in Tony's league yet.
I think the recovery week was a bad thing for me, food wise. I'm looking over my journal and seeing that I ate more desserts during the recovery week than during any of the other previous weeks. Interesting to me. When I'm lifting weights, no desserts - but when I'm stretching, desserts. Good thing the weights are back.
Middle aged white man tied to a desk all day is turning 40 in 2012. What more needs to be said? Maybe this from my teenage daughter: "This program gives old guys muscles. Gross."
life is too short to go without dessert.
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