by. the. way.

boot camp. butt-kicking, make my arms feel like jell-o, oh-my-goodness is the hour over yet kind of workout.  my legs feel like thousands of tiny ninjas are stabbing my thighs repeatedly with tiny ninja swords. it's amazing. amazing, but i may find myself having a week of using the bathroom counter to help lower myself onto the toilet! haha. i love all of it. i'm one of those people who doesn't feel as though they are truly getting a "good" workout unless it renders them so sore that they have difficulty popping the lid off the aleve bottle. i blame it on college sports. athletic trainers who knew our limits and then took those limits and destroyed them. we were left with the impression that a workout was only productive if it left you crawling up stairs one at a time because your legs were so sore you couldn't imagine tackling them while being vertical.  also... today is day 5 of no meat or milk. however, still eating cheese occasionally and using butte...

Day 2 - Well... Apparently being so sore that I cannot raise my hands above my shoulders actually is beneficial. In order to shampoo my hair I end up having to do multiple sets of crunches, thus providing an unintentional ab workout. Definitely a positive. Negative - I think patients suspect a caffeine overdose or possible narcotic usage based on the shaking my hands do when I try to write or listen to them with my stethoscope. Note to self: more Aleve when I get home from clinic. All-in-all - very pleased with my level of soreness and looking forward to tomorrow's class. Let's all say a prayer for a lower body workout!!! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

day one.  I have done little, and when I say little I mean zero, truly dedicated exercising since my second knee surgery. Partially due to never finding something that I was passionate about and partially because it is so much easier to be lazy, it just never happened. However, I have…ballooned. I say that in the most polite way possible. A combination of being sedentary, eating poorly while studying, terrible sleep patterns, and what I suspect is sleep apnea has contributed to my scale’s growing number. With that being said, I am not a numbers girl. I do not get hooked on how much I weigh, but rather how many closets of clothes I own which I cannot wear. Current closets are assigned as the following: always, sometimes, never. As in: Closet #1 I can always wear, Closet #2 I can sometimes wear, and Closet #3 I can never wear (most of which is from more than 3 years ago). So! Today is Day 1 of my “Get Skinny” plan (I appropriately have an iTunes playlist titled the same). I ...