First, the word on weight. I’ve gained nine pounds back of the fifty I lost. Ungood. Aaron’s gained back 14 of his 60. We’re falling off the wagon, but at least we recognize the fact and want to do something about it before it gets out of hand.
Today, while I was at work, Aaron modded our Dance Dance Revolution dance mat and rearranged our basement to create a DDR Station. Now we can have our indoor cardio without me killing my knees on a sliding mat, and without jiggling knick-knacks throughout the entire house. Pretty sweet.
As soon as I’m done here, I’m going to go upstairs and unearth Aaron’s 20-minute ab workout VHS tape (courtesy of Goodwill or some other such thrift store) and go make my abs hurt. Yay, pain…?
Yesterday, I worked my legs (again), stopping only when my knees told me it was time. Truth be told, my legs were a little jiggly, anyway, but the knees were the deciding factor. I remember back in high school (before I had bad knees), working out in gym class on the Universal machine, on the section with the leg press whoziewhatsit. I loved that thing, and I could kick its ass, because my legs have always been relatively strong. (After all, I have to haul *me* around, and I’ve never been light.)
So, yeah. I’m off to go do an ab workout before I lose my nerve/will/desire to exercise tonight.
Edit: OK, I lied. It wasn’t a 20-minute workout; it was a five-minute workout. Various kinds of crunches, 100 reps total. I can tell it worked something quite a bit, though, so I’m not going to do any more abs tonight. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.
