Lets pretend...

Lets just pretend this is what my legs looked like this morning when I woke up. Sturdy, held their shape just fine, could stand straight.....

Then this is what they look like now...

They can barely hold me up any more!

You see, long ago, I made a ridiculous deal with Mr. Goose Poop. So long ago, I can't even remember what it was. All I know is if he did something for me, I would do P90X with him when he got laid off. What he did for me was probably something lame like doing the dishes, or putting the kids to bed for a week, or some other thing that can't even compare to the grueling requirements of P90X. Oh, I'm sure it sounded like a good idea at the time. I wouldn't have to do the dishes that night, or put kids to bed for a week, or what ever other silly thing I had come up with. And in turn I'd just have to do a little exercise everyday for 3 months. I'd wanted to start exercising anyway, so at the time it sounded like I was winning.

Well....well...this P90X is no frickin' joke I tell ya! It's an hour of "I'd-rather-die-right-now-than-do-this-stupid-shit" exercise! There were more than a few times that I seriously thought about giving up the ghost, and taking a run for it. Anywhere but in the middle of my living room where those skinny-as-a-rail bimbos were shaking their shit on my big screen tv. I should re-phrase that...where those skinny-as-a-rail bimbos were shaking what they had to shake had they had any thing to shake at all!!

But, I stuck it out, and now my legs feel like jello, barely able to hold my poor torso up any longer!

But damn it...in 89 days I'll be a knock-out, right?!?