Can I get you a magazine?

During my workout this morning, all-business Brenda tells me that from now on our workouts are going to be grueling. "Oh, good, because up until now I thought we were just having picnics in the park." I say with a hint of sarcasm. What have we been doing for the last two months? How will I survive anything harder? Let's just say...I'm scared. I'm very, very scared. Now, I'm going to have to download Gloria Gaynor's hit song, I Will Survive on my IPOD as my theme song to help me get through what All-business Brenda is now calling grueling. I realize that song is a break-up song and getting over a man song but I'm going to relate it to my workouts. I might have to change up the lyrics to fit my needs. I'm thinking of something like this...
First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
through what you've done to my back side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how I've done me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and now I'm back
Brenda's in my face
I just walked in to her gym
because I want to get slim
I should have changed my stupid mind
I should have ran right out the door
If I had known for just one second
what she would be doing to my core!

Go on now go hit the floor
just crunch up and down
'cause this fat is not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with cream pie
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as I know how to run
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my fat to give
and I'll survive
I will survive -- Hey -Hey

It's catch-y right? Well, that's my new song that I will have to live by for the next 8 weeks during my grueling workouts.

It was a leg day so that means my legs now are the consistency of jello or wet noodles. There were sprints, lunges, jumping jacks, more lunges, more jumping jacks, squats, jumping rope, hack-saw thingy machine, (I don't know the technical terms for these machines) leg presses, hamstring curls, jumping jacks, jumping rope, more lunges, leg extensions and the list just goes on and on. It was brutal. Brutal, I say. After my first set on the leg extension machine, I told Brenda that it felt awkward and that the pad thing on the bottom was not hitting in the right place. It needed to be moved up closer to my ankles not on my shoes. And also that the seat back was too far back and I needed it a little closer so I could press my back up against it. So she says, "Oh my gosh, girl please, just get on here and get going." But then she noticed how awkward I must have looked and so she adjusted everything for me. Then, she asked, "How's that for you --any better? So, I said, "yes, it's much better. Thank you." She replies well, good, can I get you some iced tea or a magazine now?"
I replied, "sure that would be great and could you massage my shoulders too -- there a little tight."
She just laughed and made me do 600 more leg extensions. Not really, 600 -- I exaggerate sometimes. I'm the middle child - it just comes with the territory.

I was not accurate on my measurements yesterday -- the actual amount is 32 & 1/4 inches lost. Hey, I'm counting every centimeter here. Now, I must go rest my mushy, jiggly legs so tomorrow I can muster up the energy to fight the fat.