The phrase that I repeated most often today was Oh my God.
((('Drea Stands Up))) Oh my God.
Imagine a subtle moan if you will.
((('Drea Goes Down The Stairs)))
Oh my God.
Kate delivered a butt-kicking of epic proportions yesterday. My glutes and thighs are maximally sore.
The only option for exercise today was something water-related or nothing at all.
I went to The Heights and the lap lanes were busy so I headed to the lazy river where this guy was swimming against the current. LOL, I tried but I couldn't even walk against the current. Brownie point for him.
I watched from the lazy river and noticed when a lane opened up then made my move. I quickly found out that my glutes and thighs were not the only thing sore. I did ten laps and got back in the lazy river. Change is good, right?
After the lazy river, I got in a very warm hot tub. Nirvana, I tell you and probably just what my sore muscles needed.
This morning, as usual, I got on the scale and sulked (a little) afterwards.
When I looked at myself in the mirror at work, I noticed that my pants were a little baggy. I had on a more form-fitting top so that probably drew my attention to the pants.
The scale is not moving but I definitely have more room in my size 14 pants. It's ironic. Out of all the places that I would like to lose weight, my behind is not one of them. So much for spot reduction.