She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Have you ever been hurt good?  I mean hurt down to the bone?

I mean rolling over in bed wakes you up from your slumber because its so painful.

My big sexy bed…complete with 9 pillows.  

And its also wicked awesome.

Sabs.

Sabs hurts me good.

After the great success I've had with her plan firming up everything…and by firm I mean "I no longer wear a spanx under my church clothes" firm, my aunt paid for a few more sessions with Sabrina.

Sabrina remember?  No.

  

Stole this off the website. Sabs didn't want to be photographed all off the cuff.

Legs?  Yes Legs…now you know who I'm talking about.

Legs. Period. End of Conversation.

She hurt me so good. Obviously today I called her name a million times…every time I was slightly off balance and had to activate my squads to stay upright.  Or every time I took a step, got into or out of my car, or sat down in a chair.  I was saying her name and NOT with glee.

Yesterday, we did a hotel workout that consisted of what I felt was a whole lot of BS!

First were prisoner squats which are your basic squat. 25 of those.

Then 40 forward lunges so 20 each leg.

At this point I was like okay….lets move away from legs.

Nope!

She hit me with 50 squat jumps. Yes 50. And I surely looked at her like

Yup…and she still made me do all 50.

Next was pushups then right back into those quads with plie squats followed by Back lunges.

At this point I was just like Sabs…get out of my life.  But it wasn't over yet.

Lung jumps decided to waltz into my life next and proceeded to ruin it to the tune of 25 per leg.

We grabbed some sit ups and some plank action and it was over.  

Except it wasn't. See if I was really doing this by myself I'd have 3 more rounds of everything I wrote to go.  

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Rounds

Fortunately, we had another workout to run through as my alternate hotel workout.

there were 25 single leg lunges to do with on foot on a chair and the other one being the sole supporter of all your weight.  Yea….let's just say neither of my legs were happy to be in that position.

Mountain climbers weren't awful except that my clothes, including my workout clothes, are too big and thus I had to keep stopping and pulling my pants up. 

I'm at the point where my pants don't stay put until I've sweat enough that they stick to me. Sexy I know.

Wouldn't want anyone to see anything they aren't privileged to see. Sabs said her hubby would have her in sweats working out if he could. O__O

She said hell to the naw to that which is why she is my kind of trainer.

Chair dips tried to end my life as they tweaked my wrists.

High knees weren't too bad until I got to around the 25 mark…with 25 more to go.  Sabs don't love me.

There were some pushups with side rotation that I just had to get of the chair and onto the ground to complete cause girl it was NOT HAPPENING! My wrists were like "Its you or me and its not going to be me!"

Grabbed so burpees and some bicycle crunches and we were out!.

Today…I'm one sore puppy. My back and my quads are like "Take me to the king" and I'm also in the middle of packing. 

Sabs is so good for me…and so bad for me at the same. damn. time.

Also… she invited ML to join me in these weight free ass kicking workouts. Yea…No Sabs. I'd like for ML to still love me and if she did these, she wouldn't. She definitely would not.