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This body of mine has beared two babies in a 2 year period of time. It has shot one out of the lower region and had another cut out of the belly. These breasts are now open to their 2nd booby buffet patron.

My hair is constantly being ratted by my well meaning daughter who asks for "hair, please" when she is relaxing on my lap and wants to hold my hair. My clothes usually smell of some type of bodily fluid. And my make-up is frequently slobbered off my face due to sweet open mouth kisses on my cheeks or forehead.

So it's all lead me to the place where we are now. P90X. Otherwise known as the cause of my impending death. I started two days ago and knew how difficult people said it was. But I thought, "I have worked out my whole life. Surely I can do this."

Except it is on a different level of difficult. It is like a circus act meets strongman competition meets marathon runner kind of workout. And it kicked my butt.

The fitness test they have you take before starting was not at all a sign of things to come. Of course I can do 10 push-ups. You should have mentioned that we'd do 150 in the video. And yeah I can do 30 sit-ups, but when did you say we'd be doing them in terribly difficult variations??? You should have said I needed to be able to complete a triathlon to be eligible.

Today, I can't stand up straight, have to assist my legs into the car and couldn't reach my middle back if it had a $100 bill attached to it. But I see this as good news.

It means I still have muscles!!! And a dwindling supply of icy hot and ibuprofen...

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  1. You are braver than I am, lol! Good luck! Oh, and on your last post - I have had an IUD since having Addy and went as far as frantically calling my OB/Gyn after my annual exam this summer to make VERY sure she checked to make sure it was perfectly in place:). Funny how things change, lol!

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