thank you sir. may i have another?

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 butter sparingly. i feel pretty good though. trying to work on meal ideas so i don't end up cheating, but so far so good. we will see what happens when i'm out to eat with friends at a restaurant though.

stay strong :)

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