I was not in the right frame of mind when my husband suggested doing a fitness routine together. I was not in the right frame of mind when I put the disc in all by myself and decided to willingly participate in this random act of self torture yesterday afternoon.
Another new item of physical decor...the pull up bar. (No, I can not do one.)
I am sorry to inform you that your wife is laying on the dinning room floor crippled in pain. She may need medical attention and a lawyer to sue P90X. Note: Dinning rooms are for eating not working out. It is evil to look at the table (where food should be) while working out. Witness the transformation...that's my table.
Swift medical attention has been taken. If you need your wife she will most likely be in a backless hospital gown with her flabby (very white) butt sticking out the back. Just listen closely for the moaning noise and you will find her.
Sincerely in pain,
Note to self: When you start the disc and it says, "This is the Mother of all Workouts" you are being fairly warned and you are not to take this lightly ever again.
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