I didn't want to. I wanted to stay in bed after Devon had been up every 90 minutes only to stay up for at least 45 minutes. I was a wreck, but I dragged my sorry asterisk out of bed and did it.

Day 6, sayonara.

I made it through 99% of the lunges without needing to die of exhaustion stop. Dang.

Day 5, over and out.

Devon was up at 2:30am, and I got intermittent sleep. Decided I was angry enough that i would go ahead and plow through rather than pull an "I'm too tired." nd I used the weights this time.

Day 4, over and done.

Hot mess in motion. I think I lost control of my legs for a part of it. Still hate jumping jacks.

And pain is not 'fear leaving the body',Jillian. It's my body saying: "FOOL, I WILL END YOU. STOP THIS."

But, Day 3 is done.

Kiss my asterik, Michaels. It isn't easy. And I still hate your phking jumping jacks.

Day 2, done.

Fuck you, Jillian. A curse on the day your parents made the beast with two backs. I hate jumping jacks.

But I still made it through.

( Buckle up, trays in the upright position, please. )

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Things the babe likes to eat:

Black olives
Spinach
Mushrooms
Garlic anything]
Meatloaf
Roasted Radishes
Me
Fish
Tucker's head
Chicken
My toes
...etc etc etc.

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