I’m sitting here outside the reformer room door and all every fiber of my being is asking the question: Why?
I love how it makes me feel after the fact.
I love muscles as opposed to flabby floppy flesh.
Mikey tells me I’m sexy when I work out.
My body hurts really bad if I don’t workout.
It hurts when I workout but in a way that makes me feel strong.
I like the calm that settles over my person after a workout. That is if I have food quick enough that the stark-raving-mad-woman doesn’t show up. Even then once I feed her calm will settle in.
So, I guess I am just plain addicted cuz I like tha high. So here I sit in willful agreement to submit to the subjugation of my flesh.
If I look tired that’s because I am tired!! I woke up twice last night. Dang it! 🙂