|This is NOT my dress despite it's obvious beauty.|
So, the time has come for me to torture myself and sign up for a real "body defining" experience instead of taking Watson for a walk around the block and calling it a day. Friends, I walked into a torture chamber yesterday. Where they could have just gassed me and I would have been happy to be put out of my misery. This is the torture chamber I speak of...
|Define Body & Mind|
Define is a mixture of Pilates, yoga, barre work, and core strengthening. Define. What an appropriate term. I mean, for those who have something to "define". It was depressingly apparent that I don't have a single muscle in my body to actually "define". I shook, I sweat, I bit my lip, and almost passed out.
So, while my body is actually growing real, live muscles inside me for the first time in 26 years, I'm going to stick with it. Because if I can look like some of those toned skinny minnies (show offs, if you ask me) for my wedding, then I guess I'll grin and bear it. And, I need to prove to my "friends" that I can do it. My "friends" who have in the past given me cocktail napkins that say, "when I say the word exercise, I rinse my mouth out with chocolate" and friends who make comments on my facebook status about going to Define like, "you're working out?" Well, "friends", I'll show you!