Song Lyric of the Day:
Face to face, out in the heat / Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry / They stack the odds ’til we take to the street
So what was the highlight of the weekend? If you ask Rich, he would say that it was when I asked him to create a workout routine for me. See, he’s been on a big fitness kick lately (which is paying off) and last month he even took a course taken by licensed personal trainers. Turns out he’s been dying for me to ask for help in the workout department. As you know, I’m an intermittent exerciser (I have a great playlist, though). Today I mailed him my fitness wish list to help him start planning my workout regimen:
- toned arms, improved upper-body strength (think Madonna only far less frightening)
- stronger back (see above)
- FLAT abs, preferably a six-pack
- strong, lean legs that will result in …
- … a higher, firmer ass
For a starting reference point, I’ve been told (and I like to agree) that my body type is very Milla Jovovich (pre-baby, at least). We’re the same height and have the same basic shape: not a lot up top but long and lean. Of course, she’s far more toned than I am. A lot more toned than I am. Like she could kick my ass in her sleep toned. You get the idea.
So now my fitness fate, as it were, is in my spouse’s hands. It’s a good place to be, and I know he’ll come up with a great workout regimen for me. I’m fully aware that if I’m going to get back down to my birth weight, I’ve got a long, hard road ahead of me. And as long as Rich doesn’t make me swear off pasta and pizza forever, we’ll be alright.