Revenge Body

One look at him and he lights me on fire with his pretty brown eyes. There’s nothing platonic about the way he meets my silent challenge.

Come here. I dare you“… are the unspoken words between us.

There’s a reason I can’t kick this habit, and it’s because he knows things I don’t want to have to ask for. He’s a cartographer and I want my map back if he’s not going to use it.

So many men are intimidated by confident, powerful women, and I’m disappointed that he’s one of them. Either that or he’s forgotten that women who rule the world, relish the opportunity to hand over the reigns, once in a while. He delights in my suffering and I want to strangle him as much as I want him naked.

He’s the biggest thorn in my side and the reason I’m crippling myself with Beachbody on Demand. I don’t like hearing no, and if it’s one thing I’m good at, it’s getting my way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a brat; I’m extremely driven and twice as stubborn.

He may forever be the no that makes my heart the saddest, but I will forever be the please that makes him the hardest.

I don’t mind losing, but there will be equal suffering. I’m drinking the worst tasting energy and protein shakes. I’m up at 4, planking, lunging and melting my bone-deep frustration, off. Shaun T may break my body in the process, but he’s helping me locate my favorite deadly weapon.

Me.

My beach body is just 58 horrible days away, according to the video and assuming I survive the Insanity workouts. Stairs are intensely painful and have to lower myself down into my chair with my arms. Everything hurts, which tells me its working and I just have to push through the agony of it all.

Because it may hurt me now, but I will make damn sure it hurts him later.

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Insanity

Finally! Truth in advertising.

This stupid broken heart of mine is going to land me in a wheelchair.

I’ve been running from frustration for as many miles as I can fit in, morning and night. It’s been my saving grace and all that has silenced the outrageous sex dreams I keep having about the man at the center of my sadness.

But it’s just not working anymore, and I needed to start focusing on my terrified & hidden abs. I have a tummy tuck planned this fall and I’d like to be in the best shape of my life when I go back under my plastic surgeon’s knife.

To be blunt: I’m tearing down the factory to build a playground.

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Beachbody on Demand is going to help me fine tune my playground, but dear GOD is it a treacherous path.

I finished the dishes and changed into my yoga pants and half dozen sports bras. If it’s one thing that having huge boobs changes, it’s exercise.

I’ve been following Paulina, an amazing woman on Instagram; as she has transformed with these same workouts. I covet her swimsuit model bod, enough that I’ve been working on mine for the past few months by running again. It’s been in the back of my mind for a while that it was time to take it to this scary level.

Then my beloved Miss Crunchy started doing them too, and her workouts started greeting me every morning as I sat writing and having my third cup of jet-fuel-strength coffee. This same lady is loving her ex through being diagnosed with multiple myeloma cancer and facing a very different future than she imagined. She’s doing it by kicking ass and taking names, while shining like a diamond and singing like a bird. It’s one sort of miracle to handle life when it’s most difficult, but a whole other kind of spectacular example when you make it look good, too.

So why not? I pulled my hair up and tied my shoelaces a little tighter. Browsing through my options for the Beachbody on Demand I’d just gotten access to.

My closest friends know that I always prefer black to white. In my opinion, when it comes to men, clothes and chocolate, the darker the better. Unfortunately, I live in the land of white boys, so imagine my delight when a fine black man popped up on the screen full of options.

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I sure will listen to anything he says. Click. How bad could “Insanity” be? I kind of thrive on it. Shaun T is LOVELY to look at. I’m pleased with my purchase. This fine man is going to lead me to the promised land.

20-30 devastating minutes at a time. Dear. Fucking. GOD.

Five minutes in, I realized that I’d jumped in the deep end of the pool when I probably should have waded in gently. Pretty sure I can feel my liver crying and I’m realizing that alcohol is out if this is the sort of body slamming torture I’ve just embarked on.

12 minutes in, I am literally melting. I know all of my body is sweating, but it actually feels like my face may slide off. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m sort of hoping it does so that I can take a break to find it.

You don’t really know yourself until you’ve endured some plank jumping jacks. Jesus Almighty, what have I gotten myself into??

But…at a certain point…the suffering dulls and the burn kicks in. I realize that it’s going to be fucking intense and will only work if I’m as determined to change the shape of my body, as I am to be more careful about where I put my heart. I can’t help missing him but I sure as hell can use those awful feelings to my advantage with Shaun.

Two soul-stomping workouts a day for 60 days ought to change the landscape and how I feel. ♥

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