Operation SexyBack Day 3: Ouch

This is going to be brief:
I hurt today. My abs hurt, my thighs hurt, the muscles in my back hurt... hell, my underarms hurt.
Doing the workout today is going to be hellacious. I have thought of taking a break to heal from this sore feeling but I think I will just do extra stretching on my own before I start.
Raisin bran for breakfast, curry chicken and cauliflower for lunch, cottage cheese and strawberries for snack. I wont be doing my work out until way later in the evening if I even make it back home as I have some child care issues to attend to on the other side of town and it may make more sense for me to just stay there... either way, I will be working out today and I will be hating every moment of it.
I have a newfound respect for thin people who actually have to put in the work to stay that way. its not easy and I now understand the disgust they have toward fat people who complain about their stature and do nothing to improve it.
If you love yourself as is, thats great. If you aren't impressed, then do something but realize that doing something takes dedication... and it isnt easy either.

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