Because I hate myself and love myself at the same time.

Because after talking to Blair in Palm Springs about her amazing abs I was pretty much convinced.

Because a week or so after that a trainer friend told me that if people were disciplined and did P90X, she'd be out of a job.

So I figured, it's worth a shot, right? I've been dying to start working out again, but I feel guilty leaving Midasman at home at night when I've already been gone all day. I loved doing Body for Life, and I kept up with those workouts long after I stopped doing the diet (interval training is the best for cardio), but they require a ton of equipment. This is (hopefully) the solution.

Today was Day 1 and I have to say...what's the big deal?

Just kidding. The only reason I survived the workout without dying is because I could do many of the exercises on the floor. It's a little hard to do floor work when a tiny puppy is crawling all over you and trying to lick your face until he gets to the tootsie roll center.

Despite the Midas monster's interference, I managed to get a really good work out in, and I'm sure once he gets used to it I'll be able to do floor work.

Or I will spend the next 90 days with puppy tongue up my nose during plank, and doing push ups with him on my back.