I’ve eaten myskef sick. Literally. Three weeks of eating whatever I want whenever I want culminated in what some refer to as a hang-over. Others call it hell. I don’t drink, but the symptoms were all there: headache, nauseau, bed-spins. Well, actually I was in the car, but I’m sure if I had been lying in a bed it would have been spinning!

49 weeks of eating like a saint while training my butt off (again, literally), and after only three weeks I do not feel comfortable in a swim suit. I’m not even talking bikini. I mean one of those suits my grandmother wears, with the big floral pattern and skirt.

The Ant Bully dvdrip I’m trying to memorize this feeling of complete disgust for mid-March when I get homicidal over ice cream again.

Second String the movie

Enough is enough! I’m ready to get back at it! This week we get to do a few short, easy workouts, and then next week the training starts for real. Bring it on!

Point Blank hd