The Challenge

Life has been lived at an incredibly happy rate lately. Things could not be going much better. With happiness and a complete comfort of one's life comes fried food and lots of it. This is my theory at least. So, in an effort to create a less happy life (happiness = fried goodness), we have cut out all bad food and started a challenge with Reggie and Spanky (Amanda). It is an 8 week weight loss challenge.

Christian and I have a trainer that we meet with 3 times a week. This is week one and I can barely feel my legs and when I look into the foyer, where Maggie and Lola like to gut their toys, my legs ache from the thought of bending over to pick the piles of stuffing off of the floor. The worst part is that this is only after TWO sessions. Her name is Jenny and I think under her polite, nice exterior lies a woman who greatly enjoys watching others suffer. Not only am I up at 7a, we have an hour of non-stop activity. Lift, jump, squat, lung, pass, and repeat. The end result will be fantastic. Having the ability to just go do a long bike ride or triathlon would be nice.

We are fighting through the pain and exhaustion because we know what the end holds in store.