The weather lately has been so nice. Now I hope by saying that I don’t jinx it. The flowers have gotten a chance to bloom nicely. Adam put fertilizer on the grass so it is nice and green….really green!

The other day I got to go out in the sun during the day! Not a big deal to some but for a 9-5 secretary that is HUGE. I went with Heritage’s Gala committee to Pleasant Grove. While there I snapped this great picture of one of the many temples I can hardly wait to go check out.

P90X is officially the hardest workout I have ever done! I finished day 2 yesterday and I can hardly move today. Every muscle in my body is sore. How am I suppose to continue when I can barely move? Should be interesting. I am off to the gym to complete day 3. Oh the things people do to themselves just to wear a bathing suit.

Okay so I am starting the long procrastinated diet and exercise regimen. This is what I planned to do before I got married so I could have a rockin’ bod for my honeymoon in Cancun. I put off buying P90X (the sure fire way to get ripped quick). Then once I finally got it, I didn’t have room in my disaster of a moving area to workout in so I came up with the great idea of putting it on an IPOD and taking it to the gym. THEN I didn’t have a video IPOD. To make the P90X story short, I bought it, they are all uploaded to Adam’s computer and all on a new video capable IPOD!

So now that I have no excuse anymore to put of exercising, I started my diet too. UGG! Why do diets have to be miserable? The portions are small. The food isn’t the best. I am ALWAYS hungry…which causes orneriness. I crave sweet and carbs more then ever. I feel bad when I “cheat.” All I can think about is food. Why can’t diets consist Reeses’, ice cream, breads, chocolate, french fries, pizza, tacos, and brownies? Now that is one diet I could really stick to and do well on. I would never cheat. I would actually enjoy being on a diet. But alas, it consists blah food, growling tummy, and not so happy syndrome.

Here I go. The next 90 days will be the hardest work outs of my life, the hungriest times, the sweatiest, the tiredest, etc. but DANG IT I am going to get my rockin’ bod. I better! If I don’t I will never diet again. I will enjoy every bite of ice cream I eat after that. I will make sure to always have a Reeses’ in my home. Hey! That doesn’t sound to bad actually. Would I be willing to give up a rockin’ bod for those things? Maybe.

Why can’t diets just be enjoyable?