quadzilla

today's class: completely un-fun.

squats, lunges, pushups....fucking hell.

my knees were shakin' and quakin' and there were times where i thought my arms would give out and my face would break the fall...

i thought that fitness was supposed to get easier as you do it more, but holy shit, it seems to get harder every time i hit the gym.  maybe it's the diet thing because i most certainly havent been clean eating in a very long time.  and i do notice a difference if i'm logging my calories vs. eating (and drinking) with wild abandon.

note to self: start counting calories....

tomorrow's a run.  i'm sure it will involve "suicide stairs", too...

sometimes when she announces tomorrow's plans, it's pretty counter productive...sure, it's nice to know what you'll be facing the next day, but at the same time, it makes bed seem all the more appealing. 

but i gotta keep on keeping on.  there are lbs to be lost and there's fat to sweat out...

work it out, girl.  work it out!