Take two...or three or four? Who's counting....
January: No one said it would be easy. I haven't been perfect. But I did attack January with a vengeance. I saw changes pretty quickly at first. I was motivated and determined. I wasn't working out every day, but I really tried. I probably made it about 4 days a week. But hey, compared to the nothing that I was doing before, this was a major improvement. That first week was brutal! I did day 1's workout, which was cardio. My legs were so sore the next day. I worked day 2: upper body. It wasn't nearly as bad. It was kinda easy. The abs section was near the end and I didn't quite make it through. By Wednesday, I could not sit and stand. I was so ridiculously sore I couldn't fathom the idea of working out. Thursday I fought my way through it. I really don't remember the rest of the week... but I kept at it one day at a time. Then I started to notice something else. When I missed a day, it made restarting my workout that much harder. I