Where have we been?

So, just because I haven't been posting it doesn't mean we haven't been working out. I have a six pack to prove it and Joe is down 20 lbs.






(Ha! Ha! I WISH! Did the fact the chest trying to pose as Joe was hairless give it away?) We really did all of phase II without much of a problem. It was week one of Phase III that made us total slackers. So much so that we are re-doing week 10. In our defense, this past month we've had to deal with allot of this:



Let's just say, there has been allot of illness going around with the kids. I blame my lack of postings on spending my evenings cleaning up barf or worse.... Here's hoping that we're back on track and can finish strong!

Phase II Has Begun

Today was the beginning of Phase II. We woke up and did chest, shoulders & triceps. Since it was the first time for us doing the work out, we both felt we didn't do a great job of pushing ourselves. We had to figure out the moves and by the time we did, it was time to move on. Tomorrow is plyometrics. I'm a little excited. I know the work out, and it's cardio based...more my style. I'd rather do cardio than upper body strength.

So in case you were wondering who got up to do Yoga...I'm proud to say it was me. I did it & it wasn't that bad. I think having to listen to Joe grunt through Yoga messes with my Chakras.


Another fun pic of Joe...taken while working his triceps. Don't be alarmed, the stains on the carpet next to him are not from him puking. If I were to bet, I'd say the stains were made by one of our wonderful offsping(s).

Why it's worth getting up at 5:15

I can say I like getting up to work out because of the health benefits or because I like a challenge. Those reasons would be true, however, there is something even better. So far, the best reason to get out of bed is that I get to do this work out with Joe. Not because we get to be all sweet and lovey dovey in the morning but because I get to LMAO at with him. Today, the laughter came in the form of a "rip." Twenty minute into Legs & back I heard the unmistakable sound of pants ripping. Next, I heard Joe say, "I can't believe I ripped my pants." I can vouch that he did all his squats for the next 30 minutes because I had a nice hairy view!!! Tomorrow marks the last work out of week two. Hope we can continue at this pace...minus the pants ripping!
**Photo courtesy of "Photobucket"

There was vomit.

Unfortunately, my day of rest included getting the stomach flu. It wasn't as bad as the food poisoning in Vegas, so I survived with little trauma. Unfortunately, Frankie had it worse. Why am I explaining this? Well, I had to sit out Thursday's work out. Kudos to Joe for getting up and doing "Chest and Back." Although I didn't see him actually do it, I believe he did it because of the limited range of motion in his upper body. It appears he is still sore from the work out! I snapped a quick after picture as proof that he really worked out.

We got wild and crazy this Friday night and did plyometrics in the evening instead of the morning. Joe came home early and did it first, I did it later while he played with the kids. We both thought it was easier the second time around. I sent the kids down to harass him, and he still held up well.

I learned that I prefer to get up early and get it out of the way. Plus, as unbelievable as this sounds, I like doing it together with Joe. Not sure if it's his flying sweat or all his animal grunts, but I think I do better when I'm with him. I was kind of bored by myself. I guess I need that flaming red "Rocky" t-shirt next to me to push me!! (Notice his shirt in this post's picture)

Namaste.

According to Yogajournal.com, "Namaste" means "I bow to you." Well, I bow to anyone who can complete the P90x yoga dvd and still walk normally. It's a whopping 1 1/2 hrs. A movie doesn't even hold my attention these days for 1 1/2 hrs! Besides it being long, it is pretty hard!

No joke, thirty minutes into it, sweat was flying off Joe and landing into my eye. I've known Joe for 20 years. I can honestly say, I never before heard him make some of the sounds that were coming out of him today. Between all the grunts, groaning and sweat flying around, you would have thought we were making an x-rated movie. I wish I would have remembered to grab my camera. Next time I need to document these poses. I don't think "Tony" ever officially told us to do the "middle finger to the t.v. pose"...but we mastered that one!

I thought I did well enough until I sat down about 1 hour after doing the video. I tried to get up but my body couldn't move. I was hungry and wanted to eat but I couldn't get up. I sat starving for about 30 minutes before I willed myself to walk over to the refrigerator. I wonder if that is part of the lose weight plan. After doing P90x, you're too sore to feed yourself, so you lose more lbs! I've actually been eating plenty, it's Joe who's been trying to limit himself. I may just shove a Big Mac down his throat tomorrow so he's not so hungry & crabby. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings...

Let's Play "Who Said it"

Ahhh...Saturday. The day most people choose to sleep in. We had a decision to make last night. Do we sleep in and try and do the next work out when the kids are awake, or do we get up earlier and do it while they are sleeping? Since 2 kids were up 6:30 we chose to do it while they were awake. We woke the oldest up to help watch the younger kids while we did shoulder's bi's and tri's. Compared to plyometrics, this wasn't so bad. Although, when I just asked Joe "Which DVD did we do today" he responded- "can't you tell by what muscles are sore!" I thought that was funny. Lately, I've been finding a lot of what he's saying funny. So, I thought it would be fun to play a game of "who said it." Below is a series of quotes that have been spoken in our house the last 3 days. Can you guess who said what?

"You're not allowed to be happy in the morning." (Joe to me while we're waking up.)
"Stop talking to me." (Joe to me as we're walking downstairs to begin the work out.)
"Shut up." (Joe while I tried to talk during our work out. Excuuuuse me if I can speak but he can't because he's too winded.)
"I'm so sore I can't sit down to take a dump." (Joe. Obviously.)
"Go upstairs and leave us alone." (Joe to the kids this morning. Poor kids just wanted to cheer him on.)
"I just made the kids oatmeal and cleaned up breakfast." (The oldest child basically telling her P90X obsessed parents that we are neglecting our children.)
"I don't want to do abs." (Me telling Joe that we should probably stop- I've had enough and the kids are getting restless.)
"Come on...let's do it!!" (Joe telling me we should do abs.)
"Mom, look at this picture I took of you today." (Frankie- showing me a picture of me doing abs while Joe is behind me sitting NOT doing abs!!!!) ....To his defense- he did really do abs...maybe he just stopped early. But you never know..
"How bad can Yoga be?" (Val...1 day before trying Yoga.)

Tomorrow is Yoga. I guess I'll find out how bad it can be. Hopefully I can survive enough to write about it and share a picture or two!

A picture is worth 1,000 words...

- This is Joe, after completing day 2: plymetrics. It was tough. But we were tougher. We finished it!!



What's the significance of this next picture you ask? It's only 9:00 on a Friday night & Joe is sound asleep! Claire tried screaming "Wake up" in his face and he didn't budge! Hope he makes it up for tomorrow mornings work out!

It's official...P90X training has begun!

5:30 a.m. hubby and I promptly go downstairs. Excitement and nerves are noticeable. We're excited at the thought of being in shape like the people on the dvd but nervous because of all the horror stories we've heard. I've been told we'll want to throw up, we'll be swearing at the T.V. and worst- we won't finish. The competitor in me swears that I'll finish. If I can survive a root canal and birth 4 kids, I can do P90x.

We start video #1: Upper body. Unfortunately, 34 minutes into it, I'm forced to stop because of two of those kids I birthed. One woke up screaming with a stomach ache. Her screaming woke another...both calling for me. My P90X for the morning is over. I'm so pissed that I woke up for nothing! My upper body workout now consists of carrying 60 lbs. of kids downstairs.

We go downstairs so they can "cheer on" their daddy. As we're cheering them on, I'm beginning to think the kids waking up was great luck on my part. We watch Joe do push ups & chin ups over and over again until he looks like he's going to pass out. Between the swearing and the looking like he's going to die, I begin to realize, this is not suitable for my girls to watch. We go upstairs and leave Joe to finish alone. He finally makes it upstairs, although I'm not sure how much more P90x he actually did after we left. For all I know, he could have been playing with the new zhu zhu pet house. After all, we did hear allot of weird noises coming from the basement.

My assessment of today is that this is no joke..it's tough stuff. But I'm hoping I'm tougher. Tomorrow is poly metrics. I'm not sure what this is...but Joe says he did it in football and he's scared. (He won't admit this...but I swear he's shitting himself just thinking about it.)

Joe's assessment of today: "It sucked. This sucks. I hate this." (By the way- this might be a good time to mention his new year's resolution is to be more positive. As you can see, He's doing so great with that!)

1 day down, 89 more to go!!