Arm Roll Be Gone!

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I woke up entirely too early this morning. I swore when I checked my phone, it said 6:00, so I kept urging myself to wake up despite how tired I still felt. I finally got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, only to find out it was actually 3:00. I know myself, so I knew if I laid down again, I’d wake too late for the gym, so I made myself stay up. I did some packing (45 days early is ok for packing, right?) until I could leave for the gym. By that time, I just did not want to go anywhere. I thought of the day my friend Dana had today and I dragged myself out to get my workout done.
About 45 minutes into my workout, I thought “It won’t hurt to lay my head on the edge of the pool while I do my leg workouts.” Wrong. I dozed off. I startled back awake still doing a zombie version of high knees, not Thriller style. I peeled my eyes open and turned my music up. I’m sure I wasn’t out for very long at all because the lifeguard hadn’t moved, but I’ll be careful not to do that again.
Early to the gym meant early home so I got to spend a few minutes with my husband before he went to work and then Bryn and I did a few crafts and some more packing for Disney, then a much-needed nap. I’m about to go tackle the insane challenge of feta going her spider silk fine, butt length hair, which is always incredibly painful on my wrists. Thank goodness she will be getting it cut while we are at Disney World.
I don’t know how 2 weeks can change my body so much, but I was shocked at the difference in my stomach, chest and arms from the last time I wore this suit. You would think I would be used to it by now, but it still constantly surprises me. One day, and oh boy I can’t wait!, I won’t be able to see so much change once my body is smaller, so I’m loving it right now. Hope you all had a great Tuesday! You NGs are almost OGs now!



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