I Can’t Feel My Arms…
MrZoot totally kicked my ASS tonight. Or, my ARMS rather. It was bicep/tricep night and my arms are hurting. But- all that said – it feels good spiritually. I got really into working out for awhile, but when I had to plan my own wedding, I started running out of hours in a day and quit about a month before my wedding (October). Then we got pregnant (YEAH!) then we miscarried (BOO!) and all that “eat eat eat” I did because I didnt think it mattered kinda caught up with me. Not to mention the “eat eat eat” I did because I was just freakin’ depressed! And then…there’s the “eat eat eat” from Mother’s Day. All of those “eat eat eats” kinda added a few pounds on La Zoota and she wants them GONE. So – it felt REALLY good to finally get a good workout.
Of course – we’ve got the “go ahead” to start “trying” again next month – so maybe, if all goes well, I’l have an excuse to stop working out! WOO! Keep your fingers crossed. Until then – I’ll just try to get the “Wedding Zoot” body back, because it was ROCKIN’!
Speaking of, uh, my wedding body? No. Um, my sore arms? No. Um hell I dont know what made me think of this, but I did, so there. Did you hear Pamie’s good news? I swear, I have been reading her web journals/blogs longer than I want to admit, and it is super cool to see her have such blessings bestowed upon her. Well – I’m going to go soak my miserably sore body in hopes that if I am nice to my body tonight – it wont hurt TOO much more tomorrow.
OH – and just for the record – big muscle boys in striped spandex shorts REALLY freak me out. ‘Nuf said.