On my way to class this morning, I again encountered the enthusiastic morning jogger, who seems to think that pumping her arms up to her ears and back will burn more calories or something. For some odd reason, she always puts me in a really good mood, as her enthusiasm must be infectious, and she is a wonderful example of not caring what other people think of you. Jogging lady, I really hope that your workout is proving as good for you as it is for me.
In fitness today, I not only tortured myself in the name of strength, but I also suspended myself from the ceiling in more ways than I knew we possible. Pulling myself up by my arms, and hanging by my heels to perform odd contracting motions were just two if the odd uses I discovered for the hanging resistance bands. All I can say is that I'd better get some amazing arm muscles.
I managed to poke myself in the eye in latin, and if I can manage to inflict this kind of damage on myself, maybe you can gain an idea of how dangerous I am to my partner. I can sense a reluctance in all the boys to pair with me for exercises, and I can understand why. Other than that, it was a great class, in which I started to gain control of my wayward hips, and for once, I didn't get blisters! It's safe to say I will never be a ballroom dancer, but at least I can have fun, and pretend to be amazing as I am sambad around the room by our instructor, who makes everything 1000 times easier.
For dinner I made stir-fry, and at the last minute, I thought I would add some frozen peas for something different. Due to an unfortunate slip of the hand, my stir-fry became 98% peas, but despite the amount of small green spheres invading my plate, it was still a very tasty meal. Luckily.
Xx, Little Duck
P.S my energy bars didn't kill me. Just the food processor.
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