So I woke up after a nap to find my abs hurting like whoah. Really, abs? Almost a week of tilt-tuck-tightening and you decide to burn just now?
A little late, but still pretty timely—I’m going out with my friends tonight, and I dread the idea of guzzling those cocktails and nomming platefuls of finger food. I know, I know, most people stop drinking altogether when they take on the quest for health and fitness, but Friday’s my cheat day, and it won’t do well for my discipline if I skip cheat day. I’ll probably end up binge eating next week if that happens. Plus, nights out with my friends are crazy fun because they’re crazy fun, so regardless of the alcohol I’m still inclined to loosen up tonight.
But the pain is good. That way I’ll be reminded throughout the night not to let loose too much. I’ll just imagine my abs groaning with disappointment and agony after every extra glass past my limit. (What is my limit exactly? Oh noes.)
Alright, off to do Hip Hop Abs!