That's how you get results!

I worked my butt off last night, quite literally. Les Mills Combat 60 has lots of punching, kicking, and other fat blasting moves. 30 minutes in, I knew without looking down that I was glistening from sweat. By the time the 60 minutes were over, I was dripping sweat onto my hardwood floors. Sitting down for a rest just turned me into an upright salt block, as Lola came and licked my arms and legs - that girl has a love affair with all things salt, as she'll even lick it off the popcorn if I give her a kernel. After getting a bath a la cat, I hopped in the shower and prayed I'd have enough energy to make dinner.

I was exhausted yesterday, as Lola and humidity in the house kept us up for the majority of Sunday night into Monday morning. No idea what her deal was, but she was bound and determined we were going to be awake. I had to mentally fight myself all the way home to change into my workout clothes and put the DVD in. Each thought of "You need to do your workout" was meant with "But I'm so tired!" Tell you what, I DIED last night. When I finally fell into bed around 9, I had turned on the Friends episodes I've been watching before bed (making my way through all 10 seasons). I got through one entire episode, and I don't remember anything until I woke up again at 11 something to send Zach a text message telling him to keep it down in the family room, as he and some friends were playing on the Xbox, and with 12 foot ceilings in our family room, the sound carries. Fell back asleep and remember nothing else til Lola came in at 5 wanting breakfast. My shoulders killed, my obliques killed, and my legs didn't want to hold me up. I laid back down til almost 7, then talked myself into getting in the shower to wash my hair - no way would my abs allow me to bend over the bathtub to run my head under the faucet.

This is my 'after' photo from last night. I gave up on my glasses at the 45 minute point, as they wouldn't stay on my face, and it's hard to push them up constantly when you're supposed to be throwing jabs, uppercuts, and kicking roundhouses. As that one lady says, "Ain't nobody got time for that." Off they came, and I did the rest of it a little too close to the TV so I could see. I may have to talk to my eye doctor about contacts when I see him again in March. I seriously love this program. One of my girlfriends is in love with Insanity, but if I ever became certified to teach one of these programs, Body Combat would be it. Our next house better have a basement, as I need a home gym with a speed bag and heavy weight bag!