Well it worked on my (somewhat) lazy, cookie eating ass. I'm in. Well kind of. I have only completed day one. Day one of a brutal, gut wrenching, nausea inducing exercise nightmare.
My reasoning behind this disaster- Lucy asking me when the baby in my belly is coming. And, because despite my self confident exterior, I am a hot mess of insecure on the inside. I hate myself for that. I want to be a better example for my (not so) innocent daughter. I want her to (continue to) grow up loving herself and who she is. I could stand to learn a little from this confident, sassy diva.
So while I am crying in pain from Insanity, I will consider it a punishment for all the times I say something negative about myself. I will be better. For her. For myself.
If not. I will seek help. And drugs. Of the legal variety.
Okay. Bring on day #2. I think.

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