b squared

Today is the fourth day I successfully worked out. I told mom I was feeling gross so she sent me two of her old Billy Blanks DVDs.

Billy kicks my ass hardcore.

The first day I was like 'yeah, alright! I can do it!' and I did the twenty and thirty minute DVDs. The next day just the thirty. Yesterday I slaved through the thirty while screaming obscenities at my computer screen and giving Billy the finger. I did jumping jacks instead of some of the kicks because my legs hurt. Then I felt bad so I did 25 situps and 15 girly pushups. I think I bruised my tailbone on the floor though (yoga mat over concrete still feels like concrete), so no situps today. Thirty COMPLETE minutes of BB, then 20 girly pushups and 50 jumping jacks.

I also have smoked significantly less in the last few days. Yeeeesss.

I will feel better about myself. I will feel better about myself. I'm good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me.