I was pretty stoked--my fabu mom worked some magic and hooked me up with a trainer.
Totally, utterly, and completely necessary.
But now, after 2 sessions in as many days, I can't move. Like, I can't turn the wheel of my car. Like, I whimper when I breathe. Like, I'm considering learning how to pee like a dude.
But it's a good pain. If there is such a thing.
And it's just in time...b/c though I managed to drop 2.4 lbs last week..I have to have a 7lb week to stay on track for August.
Bring on the squats! Don't mind my screams of agony.
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